I hang on a fiber optic line,

suspended in time, waiting.…

thirsting for a sign to cool and soothe

the aching echo of desire.

A word, a thought, at the mercy of your mouse.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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