I wrote this last night after my computer had been shut down and didn't get a chance to post this, so I'm posting it under yesterday's date.
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Cloth
The wind is sweet and soft
but too curious. It blows
like the curtains framing
my ever-changing window,
wild and untamed.
There's a freedom in those curtains,
some kind of story.
I listen some days, but
I don't hear much and I know
there are secrets
behind the truth that I'll never hear.
1 comment:
i like the idea of the curious...that could be fun to play with some more :)
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