through a cracked window gingerly, greedily lapping up outside dust as it gathers on the lips a svelte view if you sit still long enough, you can see the horizon fall away leaving you the conductor of a new proscenium Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
It’s weird because I wrote a poem recently about a window. It had the same kind of vibe, too. Great work! LikeLike
It’s weird because I wrote a poem recently about a window. It had the same kind of vibe, too.
Great work!
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Thanks so much! Great minds…
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Nice write.
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Thanks!
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