Inner workings of my heater. This is what happens when you’re locked down in winter.
Look deep within, see,
tiny springs bind us as one,
one breaks, we all do.
Apparently, Shakespeare wrote King Lear in lockdown. I can only write mediocre haiku. Stay safe, folks. 🖖
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This is far from mediocre! The imagery is abstract and I love how it flows. You’re a wonderful writer. ❤️
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Thank you so much, Lucy! Hope you’re safe and well, wherever you are!
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