i hold a thread
you call it life so i hold it tightly
not to let it go
not too strong for it may snap
life must not snap
it is too fragile for my hold right now
i keep on softness
a little hardness sometimes
depending on the need
and whatever is necessary
you are looking at me
i am not almost moving
holding this thread like butterfly
to my hand
wings clip between my fingers....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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