Heart strings
Johnclarestokes
Tangling the strings dangling about
thinking long severed the binding
only to find in the sight of shell shards
the salty sea breeze in twisted hair
pulling me into high tides receding
all but drowning us clinging
then in the tug of one same thought
lost forever never able to express
the reasons for the composition
tripping over the green thin string
in the tall wild grass lying in
wait to tell of things that seemed
only tiny written in locked dairies
with the especially deepest love
marked about with the dried out
purple phlox pressed just so
no thick painter ropes mind you
Delicate orb spider like silk thin
Impossible to unbind
The entwine of time fastened
completely.
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