Woven golden threads
In the palms of my hands. Shooting stars Up to Mars. Taking flight Spreading light. Blinding strangers Carrying angels. They travel far Move through cars. In an unstoppable flow Believe me, they glow. What would I do without their kind? Perhaps I'd lose my mind. For one thing I know for sure: Life's pain would be too much to endure.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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