is it one small child
or the whole world
I cradle
*
this longing
to bring you a small bouquet
of possibilities
*
my limbs a clef,
I circle the changing
song of you
February 21, 2016 by Rosemerry
is it one small child
or the whole world
I cradle
*
this longing
to bring you a small bouquet
of possibilities
*
my limbs a clef,
I circle the changing
song of you
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged holding, letting go, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Nice, I see how the title floats these three. Especially fond of the first.