Certain words of mine were lost. A sentence or two, maybe more? The feeling seeps into my palms and I simply know. Alas I’m left asking the stars to tell me where they may be, who has taken my little darlings. I hear them calling me from afar. Like a golden harp abruptly ensnared, the whispered wordings call in melodious cries which linger upon the void rim of a beanstalk.
If you find them please give them back or tell them how to come home.