In & Out
This where I am at this moment in time.
At peace both inner and outer.
My hand polishes the glass I hold,
Until there is no longer an inner nor an outer.
Only what is left in between.
This where I am at this moment in time.
At peace both inner and outer.
My hand polishes the glass I hold,
Until there is no longer an inner nor an outer.
Only what is left in between.
This entry was posted on February 1, 2020 by igorgoldkind. It was filed under new poetry .
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