You're the high-flying aeroplane. The little unseamer that in drawing out one single white thread, unpicks my entire sky.
And I sit below, as stars and planets tumble through the gap in your trail swinging on their hooks, in awe at how one little arrow could rip apart the universe.
Honestly Darling...
ReplyDeleteHe should be given a good trashing with a cosmic Belt.
but the view! oh...it must be wonderful up there.
Haha!
ReplyDeleteBut my dear, it is no he!
Grandfather was right then.
ReplyDeleteLet women fly and soon there'll be bits of planets and Russian space stations spoiling the vegetable patch.
This is very beautiful. Really enjoying your blog!
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