The twitch of an eyebrow, the drop of a shoulder
The heaviness of footsteps or the click of a door
Down the hill of life rolls that fatal boulder
Collecting words unspoken as fodder for war
I love this. It is beautiful. I love how you have collected all those little signs and the heaviness of it all builds up; I can feel the boulder gaining momentum on the way down.
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ReplyDeleteI love this. It is beautiful. I love how you have collected all those little signs and the heaviness of it all builds up; I can feel the boulder gaining momentum on the way down.
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