spindle spindle

spindle spindle

A Poem by FaeryQueen

One of the cool things about waking up early are the dreams that stay with you

Out of your pocket comes a single string
Looser than normal
So you pull
And find yourself unraveling at your very seams. 

But you don’t mind
As you know, these are only the spindles of dreams
And
You know how to sew
So you sew
And you sew
Until you’re all back together

© 2019 FaeryQueen


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Added on March 27, 2019
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