more beautiful poetry i read on the bus...
ChimeI'm coming to grips with it today:
The emptiness,
Fingers hanging like chimes lost to the breeze.
The waiting is hardest,
Knowing that when I scrub it
between my toes with dry soap,
There'll be nothing left to wait for-
Except maybe a tiny exhale,
or two drops of rain.
-Laura Brady
I LOVE this poem!! Such amazing, beautiful imagery.
Enjoy your day!
posted by Phoenix @ 9:36 AM
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