like a tiny full stop stuck between two beautiful words,
like a grey mishapen pebble on a beach of a million other pebbles,
like a the tiny marks in between the numbers on a clock,
like a child in a crowd of shouting adults,
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fluid, with a perfect ending (or not - my favorite kind) . It is when you notice another full stop in a room of moving people that the possibilities begin.
this was interesting..I hope you pride yourself on the company that you keep in being so overlooked..Well said... Always, Amberlee
What a lovely way of thinking Vincent, a most unusual poem, and I loved it. Thanks for posting. Love Ernestine XXX