My fingers wish to write
but my hands lay limp
upon my lap.
My thoughts fill up in my palms
until the words dribble
under my feet.
Ideas cling to bottom
of my feet like glitter nags
and confetti whispers,
so when I walk
my feet clatter in incomplete sentences,
and wagging tongues.
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I absolutely love this perspective of yours ! ❤
Would love to connect over wordpress. Hope you read my writings too 🙂