Gossamer.

A fated fatigue,

Life held onto

By the gossamer thread

Of reminiscences, 

And a silently snarled

Refusal to abscond

While the pulse

Both sings and singes, 

Teetering, therefore,

On the perennial brink

Of a glorious irony...

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◄ Triumph.

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 9th May 2025 12:24

Thank you so much, Stephen, for your lovely comment, it really means a lot! 😊

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 9th May 2025 09:06

An absolute gem, Holden. Every word has its place.

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