As if pair of faded curtains my life draws to it's end.
Hopefully not too soon, I guess.
Bearing the wind through the overt windows
Teased by blanching sunlight,
Ripped by pulling fingers.
Dated tassels hung from saggy hems.
Wrinkled, in need of ironing.
Life is but one pressing engagement, leading to another.
Long fringe dresses my brow line,
Curtains that inhibit future vision.
Time for a hair cut perhaps.
Lighten the load.
(C) LIVVI
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
As if pair of faded curtains my life draws to it's end.
Hopefully not too soon, I guess.
Bearing the wind through the overt windows
Teased by blanching sunlight,
Ripped by pulling fingers.
Dated tassels hung from saggy hems.
Wrinkled, in need of ironing.
Life is but one pressing engagement, leading to another.
Long fringe dresses my brow line,
Curtains that inhibit future vision.
Time for a hair cut perhaps.
Lighten the load.
(C) LIVVI
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