the hand recovers,
falling to the table,
breaking the divide
where letters and words
had risen
within their space,
while searching
for a meaning
of the spoken
and unspoken
message
attempting to
reduce rivers
to streams,
balancing the
differences,
with a deep
breath
- Author: shadow424 ( Offline)
- Published: April 26th, 2021 07:17
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