Spindle
I miss writing poems.. so here's one that I've written tonight at 9:30 p.m. inspired by the tale of Sleeping Beauty.
I am being chased yet I awoke at night from the dream I traced
It is still early to rise this tranquil aria I aimlessly offer to someone afar to someone whose name I know not
when the opportune moment to escape arrives gone, the desire to leave that thrives
the spindle keeps moving a rotation I have grown accustomed to the spindle keeps singing weaving the story of what I must do
I am being chased yet my dreams are continuously being erased
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