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The slices of my heart divined in a heaving toil
I cannot burden your heavy thoughts
My woebegone sentiments are harder to catch than a hummingbird in flight
Harder to hear than a flight of bees
Softer to feel than an ant’s kiss
Frailer than a frost that dances on a ledge
Melting like a forgotten secret that will only hang in the air
Cold, warm, invisible, heavy
Dreams that are too woebegone.
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Comments (2)
Lovely imagery you created with all the comparisons. Nice poem.
Oooo, I love all the ways to compared your sentiment to. So brilliant!