a shining web of my own
a radiant shape of hope
a mere moment of bliss
is what I hold in my hand
a craving so raw it twists
a desire so lonely for life
a lament often heard from my mouth
when will my hand be full
a woven stream of life
a mere moment of bliss
is what I hold in my hand
a craving so raw it twists
a desire so lonely for life
a lament often heard from my mouth
when will my hand be full
a woven stream of life
running from childhood to grown
is what I stuggle to fit
in this hand I clasp to my heart
a happiness born from the past
a memory too painful to share
a wish for release and end
my hands be together as one
is what I stuggle to fit
in this hand I clasp to my heart
a happiness born from the past
a memory too painful to share
a wish for release and end
my hands be together as one
4 comments:
Did you write this? It's fantastic.
Yep, I wrote it in the wee small hours of the night...thankyou dear cousin! that means so much! :)
How lovely is that, I was just looking for a name of who wrote such loveliness and there you are!
Beautiful x
Why did this start me crying? Clever you for writing something so beautiful.
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