the careless thought
left (to its own)
will incubate
in the warmth of
the soft folds
it's ensconced in
the careless word
will drip
drop by drop
onto the canvas
that is the social mix
taking with it
the careless sentence
all that is left
the careless
existence
LG
2 comments:
Beautiful poem, I always admire people that can write poetry, as so much can be hidden in the words and between the lines...
xoxo
You remind me to think more before I speak. It is a lesson I need over and over.
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