imperceptible
i touch the past
with one
long
light
feather
through the ages;
across the pages
withered and yellow
fresh and new:
a child's small finger
gently
touches
that which is gone
and is still here.
with one
long
light
feather
through the ages;
across the pages
withered and yellow
fresh and new:
a child's small finger
gently
touches
that which is gone
and is still here.
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