Since I am sick I don't have the energy to produce something new, so here's an oldie, I hope you still like it :)
I climb you with my arms. Filled with silvery spider web, courage, the wish to be away from here, blown in the autumn wind. A seed A kernel A core I leave my husk for all to find, scattered in the wind A parachute A dragon A kite I tie my silver thread, let me be carried away. *** August 2016 Copyright © Darren White
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