A bud of candlelight

 

A bud of candlelight

Brilliance but

for a gasp

A magic lost.

 

Tracing hills on grandma's lines

 

Tracing hills on grandma’s lines

Sailing the world in the water tub

and giggles, then and forever.

Laziness like mossy rock

Laziness

like mossy rock

lies heavy,

Fear

like wet earth

sits deep;

Another day passes.

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