In a second

Sun, 12/10/2017 - 12:54 -- NeetTM

In a second

Mutuals become companions

From jokes to sincerity

From half-hearted chats to imersive colloquy

 

In a second

Companions tie themselves together

Silver shiny peal

Snowy paper avain paracletes

Soaring cherish

 

In a second

2 becomes 3

3 becomes 4

Small- scale mothers and fathers cavort

Rough housing in the fields

The lush emerald field smelling of chartrues

 

In a second

It all disappears

Alert and looking forward

At my mutual

With no shiny ring

With no small-scale mothers and fathers

Just the thought and memory

Pained and heartbroken, ripped from my beautiful reality

But that is the concequence of

Woolgather

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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