Clothespin
I never let you fall. I stopped you for all reasons that I didn't want you to be hurt. I held you tight even though it was hard. But you were too obstinate, and you succumbed yourself to the air. As the winds pushed you back and forth, you loosened from my grip. You enjoyed the feeling of falling, until you were all dirty with mud.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2015
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