TRICKLE TRICKLE DANCE

Gianna Brachetti🐙Truskawa
QUING OF THYME
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1 min readJun 7, 2020

--

You are like water, he says.
When someone tries to hold on
to you, however tightly they try,
you trickle through their fingers.

We are two leaves, I say.
Dancing with each other
on the surface of a stream.

Eyes glistening,
he sways his head.

You are right. And wrong.
I am the leaf.
And I am the stream.

He nods, biting his lips,
hands clenched, head down,
closing the door.

You didn’t get it.
I am not leaving.
I am everywhere.

But water is
what your love is.

--

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Gianna Brachetti🐙Truskawa
QUING OF THYME

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