Words fade
into the static
rerun hum
my eyes
close
in an every longer
blink
and soon
I surrender
my will
worn out
my day
wrapped
in shearling
and my hopes
tucked tightly
in a little spoon
Day 7 of 31
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The Wabi-Sabi Writer
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
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