I count the beads

I count the beads that sit on my wrist,
One by one,
I never think to look where the circle begins or ends.
The glass is cool against my fingertips,
As I sit by the window,
When the breeze sneaks in through the cracks,
I pause,
Letting the circle go
~

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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