once the jeweller, now me.
spend the night thinking.
been mending a necklace,
pearls through the night.
some months now, gradually
threading.
thread so thin, i cannot see.
it was done, when
some beads slipped off.
i shall start again.
sbm.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
once the jeweller, now me.
spend the night thinking.
been mending a necklace,
pearls through the night.
some months now, gradually
threading.
thread so thin, i cannot see.
it was done, when
some beads slipped off.
i shall start again.
sbm.
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