Thoughts

thoughts

The wind is invisible

but it tears my thoughts away from me

they stream like storm-blown hair

wild and tangled

no matter how I try

I cannot gather them up

I do not recognise them

as they flow away from me

flapping and screaming

like escaping red kites

torn from clutching fingers

I wonder what will happen

if the threads that bind them to me

break

 

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