where are we
thin paper in breeze
under arches of feet
when to hold
us is to hold
not speak
treading wind
lightly
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I like the rhythm of this. The rhyme is sort of a limerick.
Thank you, Jeff. I hadn’t noticed that that until reading your comment. : )
We’re all just thin paper in a breeze. Great line!
Bartholomew, thank you. : )