White Threads.

pretty to look at.

By Harleen 🤎Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

White threaded clouds,

Knitted with precision,

Soaks

All that bleeds,

All that cries,

From the heavens above

Where it seems only

One sits alone

Lonely.

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And how else would lonely people sit alone? Happy? Perhaps if they knew who they were and didn’t spend so much time knitting clouds hoping the white threads could eventually catch them.

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Harleen 🤎

just some words on a page, but they mean so much more than that✨🤎 :)

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