Entangled
Your words, he said,
Such a tangled web they weave,
Uneven patterns that abide, unyielding,
Much as one tries meaning to derive,
Perhaps you use them to hide?
Ah! She said,
If only you'd reach out a hand without fright,
Softly, without intent, in just a little while,
The words would fall away, gossamer like,
I really don't intend to hide!
-Vinny
29/11/15
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