Tuesday 28 July 2020

Kateryn Parr


How fine, how elegant and fragile
Are the ink lines I make on parchment
My words
Are yet 
Warriors,
Carrying their message over the void.
So too, do I balance my feet along them
With poise
Knowing at any moment my line could
Break.


C. LJ 2020
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