Hang on

Hanging on

Hanging on by a thread
or is it more like  being suspended in mid air
when you aren't sure of what is coming next
when you are no longer one of a pair

Hanging on by a thread
or is it the removal of unnecessary strands
that gives the freedom to move lightly through
till the day you will softly land

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  1. TonyDecember 29, 2018 at 9:32 AM

    Nice ... freedom is underrated! Breathe in the peace and expansion of it all! HNY, LYMIB <3

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