THE COMMON THREAD

shadow424

the sound  of

children running

is like a string

of branches

being brushed

by winds

 

excited voices

and the breeze of

feet over the sand

discover

each shell a

treasure

each stone

a beginning  

of remembering

even years later,

when the shell

and stone

on a desk

or window sill

pulls at

the pause within

where reason

holds the  

order of

disorder,

 

the common

thread

unchanged

  • Author: shadow424 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2021 20:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    This is good Funnily enough i have stones even now that take me back to where i found them and what i was doing



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