Those lines

12 Jul
Lines appear.
Crinkles, furrows, squares, zig-zags. And ridges.

Lines deepen. 
Brown, creased and characteristic.


Stories of holding on and letting go are told.
Stories of stories written are read.
Pens, people, paws and palms;
held silently through a steady grip. 


With you pulsating alive, underneath and within.


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One Response to “Those lines”

  1. - Ubiquitous - July 12, 2012 at 5:34 PM #

    =)

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