Sunday, September 11, 2022

Time Lapse

 The Sunday Muse #227


My joy 

is broken

into fragments.

It touches 

a moment

and slips

Through the fingers.



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6 comments:

  1. Broken joy feels incredibly hopeless ... when is slips through fingers, I am imagining it might disappear? Well done.

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  2. The way you poetically described brokeness is incredible Sunita!

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  3. You capture the state of emotional darkness well, Sunita.

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  4. That illusiveness of what we wish to hold on to. Nicely written Sunita.

    Much💛love

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