Every voice, every song
every cell of being something strong
every tenderness, each subtlety
every piece of you that falls into me.
Every hour spent embracing truth,
collecting thoughts of fleeting youth,
every summer's edge and winter's sea,
every piece of us is where it should be.
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- Christine
- The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov
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Between Something and Nothing by Christine K is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at ckpoetry.blogspot.com.