mix and moss poetry
Original poetry of Charise M. Hoge
another daydream
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Spin
Wholly, Holy
In the betwixt, the cling, the dismay,
our ends are frayed.
There is a knot,
call it beloved, dearest whatever,
that can't be bought.
The yarns we spin come tied together.
~ LCMH
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