• Tricia D. Wagner

Witching the Stars #19

Updated: Oct 30


The faster the clinging

to pieces beloved,

the greater the fear of a loss.

And so wrought with dread,

gentle hands become stranglers

lest all the sweet love shifts to dross.

Yet opens the day

when the teeth set to gnashing,

for loss, for death certain will fall.

Let it go - wisdom whispers,

for happiness waits

in transcendent, desireless halls.

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