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July 9, 2014

You can see me typing
New England landscape
awaiting fireworks
cottages
Hotels with wifi
running up tracks
sand between my lies
I can see you upset
at everything I write
Let me love you
the only way I can
I feel the pureness
in us
it is not concrete
let us never
Make it real
as touch
Keep it behind the window
Vitrine
never shatter the glass
But
shine it every day.
Polish until the next streak.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

4

  1. Adelina Gregoriou says:

    Beautifully said ! Keep your those thoughts working….

    1. Chrissy says:

      Thanks my love. Love the thought!

  2. Mike says:

    Some inspired metaphor here Chrissy – sand; glass; streak… Razor-sharp!

    1. Chrissy says:

      Thank you Mike, always look forward to your razor sharp comments!

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