The string snapped;
Beads scattered
And rolled around.
The released tension,
Unfolded;
A humble string,
Ordinary;
And a single bead,
Unpredictable
That hit the floor
Bounced, and jumped outside….
The street,
Bustling;
The window,
Unsuspecting;
The string,
Resilient.
Ma’am, you write so beautifully. The world needs to know this. Please continue writing and publishing. Please please please.
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Thank you. 🙂
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