
Could you condense yourself into a single line? You, every fibre of your being, exposed, viewable, entwined. Who’s that knocking at the door? Pounding, “I’m here”, your intrepid war cry, single line, single file your name scrawled with mine. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Julie Rose from Pixabay
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Thank you for sharing. Lovely poem.
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