Poem: Willless

Floating willless like a feather
Upon the waves of life
I rested in your hands
It felt like sunrise
As you rubbed your cheeks on me
And caressed my delicate being
The cold in me vanished
The cold of being alone

Read my new post on Brainprick, The Rolling Dice, which talks about free will and choice. Hope you enjoy it.

- हेरंब
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