snatched over time
from play and experience
comes an equivalence
of skills
formed in the purity of moments
you pluck dust from the air
the dust into which we
return
you’re just a little early
*this was one of my Month of Poetry (#MoP) poems.
snatched over time
from play and experience
comes an equivalence
of skills
formed in the purity of moments
you pluck dust from the air
the dust into which we
return
you’re just a little early
*this was one of my Month of Poetry (#MoP) poems.
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