Wednesday, 1 November 2023

your hand, please?

 lofty ceilings of your warmth
promised was love
pamperings caressed me instead
i asked for a hand
not floating cages
blinding me
when life snaps this seat
it shall be a ditch
so just give me your hand
not your entirety
i want to throw pebbles in the pond too
pondering at the sky


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