I Heard Myself – The Human Anvil

https://thehumananvilblog.wordpress.com/ I heard myself,Through passing prose of life,In random echoes unending,World’s single rhyme,Each pause in time.I heard myself,Matching morning’s croon,In silent noon,Tuning strings of Brooks,Counting steps that took,A different turn. I remember, the warmth of your handThe feel of your fingers, like embers,That winter night,When you held me first,Like marionette,Strings leashed to your lashes,As youContinue reading “I Heard Myself – The Human Anvil”