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a flutter.
soft and dainty,
still wet
with yesterday's dreams.
for a few seconds,
it is bright
with the hues of the sun hiding in the folds of the bed sheets,
new aspirations,
a new start,
a new day.
then
my eyes fall shut again.
my ribs give up,
my heart drops.
i realize
i have woken up despite my frantic pleadings of last night.
"oh, good morning."
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YOU ARE READING
𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
PoetryThe heartstrings that pull at my fingertips. The heartstrings that weep, And the heartstrings that smile. My heartstrings which bloom in your gardens. My heartstrings which scribble away. An anthology to let your mind wander and dance beyond limit...
