broken edges, frayed seams
my words just fall apart
I find no needle
to stitch them together
no glue to mend them again
endless threads run through my hands
an aimless tangle of thoughts
I cannot tie them
they slip from my grasp
unravelling all I have done
I aim to create
a blanket of dreams
and weave a magical veil
but line after line is crooked and false
a shroud of silence
to bury my voice
flora
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PuisiPoetry from the garden of my soul. A collection of moments from my heart to yours.
