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frayed strings

Posted to Action Poetry




break,
in time,
and sooner or later
hard rocks turn golden,
sparkle of a new texture,
lightening swollen braveheart.

emptiness
meets fullness
bewildered and scared,
averting hollow eyes,
broken cups fill slowly,
leaking out the tender parts.

I like this one
very honest stuff
good day hest...
Jellyb