you pretend
to be powerless,
yet you bind me
at the seams,
each thread
you weave,
always keeping me
within your reach,
my yearning
to break away,
you know
is more an act than intent,
for you hold me together
at the depths,
where none else
could ever reach,
and maybe
that is why,
each night
you seem to mock,
the rebellious tides
of my waves.
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Vidur
30Jun17
First “The Veil” and now “Seamstress:..two common titles.
Good one.
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Thank you, N! Am quite boring when it comes to titles!!!
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Beautifully woven thoughts…
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Thank you, Emma!
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… and the title works! 🙂
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☺️
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I know how it feels, this yearning… beautifully written🌹🌺
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Thank you so much, Monika! ☺️
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You’re welcome 😊
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It is as though the sun, herself, hand spun those iridescent colors into those billowy clouds.
…and you are the ocean, my friend. 🌹
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Oh yes she did! The reflection of the orange glow was quite a sight…. and what is the ocean, but a reflection of the sky…some bonds remain even from afar! Thank you, K 🙂
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🎈🎶🌞✨🌅💙
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Beautiful thoughts and reply (pardon the interruption…)
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