when the lines are angled in,
don’t pretend you’re lonely;
when the pattern’s closing in,
don’t put on you’re sad —-
light does as it always does,
friendship is, where effort was,
though the lines be sharpened in,
much is to be had
if we see that image is
little more than lies;
when we see the way is ours,
then, to our surprise,
we can read between the lines
past our fear, and doubt —-
for the lines that angle in
also angle
out
“friendship is, where effort was”
Love this 🙂
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‘friendship is, where effort was” …”for the lines that angle in also angle out” Brilliant!!!
Thank you!