
GossamerΒ
Strung together
by a gossamer
of courage,
she tried to purge
everything
that stopped her
from jumping.
She stood
on the precipice
of herself
and kept thinking:
If I donβt even try,
Iβll never know
if
I
can
fly.
Telling stories of love, lust and nonsense…one poem at a time.
GossamerΒ
Strung together
by a gossamer
of courage,
she tried to purge
everything
that stopped her
from jumping.
She stood
on the precipice
of herself
and kept thinking:
If I donβt even try,
Iβll never know
if
I
can
fly.
Love this. π
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This is a very beautiful rendering of an old theme, I just hope that you fly π π
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Brilliant as always, love reading your words xx
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Thank you! β€
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What an encouragement!!!
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Beautiful. Really loved this! It can be difficult to get past ourselves, but so worth it in the end. π
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Thank you! It really can. I hope to master this skill someday! (Maybe in my 90s…LOL) Thank you for reading and for your comment. β€οΈ
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Well, let me know how you manage it cause I could use the tips! π
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The touch of freedom and strength π no more words to add to your great talent dear Elizabeth πβ€οΈπ‘π‘ I can always add your favorite fish π‘π‘π
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Thank you! πβ€οΈπ‘π‘πβ€οΈπ‘π‘π‘π‘
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