Release

A stones throw from a handhold to the edge of the rainbow on gold
Now so old the pocket folds have folded out of the coat
Castle under so much siege, we’ve dried up the moat, no more defense against the coast
A smooth ride to the middle of nowhere, where fingers that used to be tightly interlocked come undone
Let me go…..

**
~The Wordsmith

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