
Dreaming of brightness–
in parallel lines we walk silent,
our unshadowed bodies
like paper cutouts against the night sky.
In parallel lines we walk silent–
there are truths, but we prefer to bend them.
Like paper cutouts against the night sky,
we can no longer define our direction.
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Continued thanks, Sue.
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My pleasure as always, Kerfe.
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