shrinking the
past–
down to
size,
reflecting on each
crease it
left,
letting go of
beliefs-
hopeful, yet
bereft.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
shrinking the
past–
down to
size,
reflecting on each
crease it
left,
letting go of
beliefs-
hopeful, yet
bereft.
hands in the garden 
reflecting on each
crease it
left,
I love these lines so much.
I’m so glad. It’s always nice to hear when something I’ve written resonates with you. All the best! 🙂