Tiny Magic Everyday:13

by Katyslany





Sleeping beauty listening,

tides and springs and herds of white horses, flocks of white moths, clouds of swallows listening to wind, watching winter melting.

Here still, mirror mirror blade to ice.

Things change, distances are grown, and nothing changes, never changed.

I could write a book of longing and a book of forgetting and a book of remembering.

Crossing bridges alone, being not enough and too much.

Angels taking their places, taking you in their arms.





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