Beginnings
They keep calling
until I pick up the phone.
We talk all night.
When I fall asleep,
beginnings whisper
possibilities.
We have breakfast
on a sunny day
or when rain hits.
All year long,
beginnings hold my hand
until I start to write.
They create
the draft
of my next chapter.
They shape my story,
beginnings sing along
when I forget the words.
Like a lover
they seduce me
with their promises.
In rainbow colours
beginnings draw my dreams
on a brand new canvas.
Like memories –
they keep calling
until I pick up the phone.
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