Unexpected reprieve
at the beginning
to ease your tired soul
back into the grind
after too short
a time away.
Blend and blur
reality until
days are jumbled
and no escape
is in sight.
Life used to be
a line,
not a circle.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Unexpected reprieve
at the beginning
to ease your tired soul
back into the grind
after too short
a time away.
Blend and blur
reality until
days are jumbled
and no escape
is in sight.
Life used to be
a line,
not a circle.
Very well said, simple and beautiful.
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