Starry folds
Hands entwine
Lightning burns
Time unwinds
Light years ahead –
See the curves!
Love the blisters
Twinge-ing nerves
Like a stone-man
From the ground
Like a pebble
Echoing sound
Dropped from my perch –
Way up high –
Falling, twisted
Through the sky
I know not where
The falling goes
But faith, have I
To touch my toes.
Amie Zor 
Your blog is seriously one of my favorites.
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That means the world ❤ Thank you so, so much. Yours is one of my faves too!
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