Posted in Photography, Poetry

Missed the deadline
the looming cloud hung high
the strings attached, dangling
her grip was loose
his legs wobbly.

One is never ready
the magic of dreams
once it pushes heads into reality
you feel the tender reed bend
and wrap around beating hearts.

I have gone looking
to find our resting place
here and forevermore.

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