Mc Arthur’s creed - Free Verse

With the gentle movements of your sad fingers,
even the breadth of wasted moments
was afforded the right measure—
enough to put life back
to my lonely, meaningless nights—
enough to clothe the nudity
of my grieving soul, yet again.

Our shared moments may just be fibers
for our worn out ropes of time.

On the heaps of lint-like uncertainty,
my rhymes still, surprisingly, match your rhythm.

Thank you for patiently
waiting for my return.

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