TIES THAT BIND
As simple as it may seem
You hold one end
While I hold the other.
Not to test each other's strength
But to share them
Instead.
Through this tow
that marches from my point
to the next
and back to its source.
Once and again we pull
ourselves
nearer
closer
Yet this rope remains.
Stranded.
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OLD SOULS (Poems and other Blurbs)
PoesíaWords and other sounds from an open cavity hole of a man who... after so many years... has finally become old... by Jay Protacio Mendoza
