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The Words We Weave

A poem about leaving something meaningful behind after we go.

Little dots on the page
make plays at stage
and with time with age
less of grace

The little lines they leave
will then want and weave
about endlessly
lost in space



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Rebecca Ahn

Writer • Wanderer • Warrior | | Sharing stories that empower others to survive and thrive