For me. For you. For us.
It aches and longs
to steal the cosy blanket from a window seal
even though it has never known
such a feeling of bliss
to be completely covered
in adoration.
So it longs to be first for a second
even if it only present itself
in the illusions of dreams it struggles to remember
It blames November and bleak skies
praying on the dark night.
Whimsical Humor, Nonsense, No Sense
"Not all who wander are lost..."
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
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Beautiful imagery: So it longs to be first for a second/in the illusions of dreams it struggles to remember/ November. I just pointed out some lines that speak to me tremendously. Great write!
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I’m glad it spoke to you. Thank you. ♥
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Wonderfully penned down ..
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thank you
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