You are viewing a single comment's thread from:RE: Free me from chasing me | An question of differencesView the full contextView the direct parentsociallycreative (57)in #belonging • 7 years ago Starts expanding As grains of sanding From woodworkers sculpting of trees.
As I gather the words to say
Only to stutter and then delay
The hour of solitude is now upon me
but the unsaid words won't let me be