Submitted by GrumpyGorman
the space between
words-
those precious gaps
lies can’t find,
remain
pristine,
mint clean-
free from request,
demand-
rants proceeding
flailing
hands.
live happily in nooks
between words,
in dusty old
books-
oh shelf
in forgotten old
study,
dodging
‘those’ looks-
that push
that shakes
final words
from me.
Photo Credit: Dizziness – Iman Maleki
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