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The world in your fingers,
the space in your breath,
is precise and cautious
as you open my mind.
Expanding between our
separate infinities
of time and air
we are sent to
a separate world
altogether.
The darkest corners
of my spacious mind
are now filled with
your enticement
and vibrant
sound.
For with the brushing
and the paint
your fingerprints have mastered
I have discovered
Euphoria;
Home.
YOU ARE READING
Songs of a Wayward Daughter
PoetryWhen we wrong someone how can we make it up to them? When we get lost, so far from where we came from, how can we make it back before we become distracted with the illusion of a better life around us? Follow the story of this daughter as she writes...
