ravelling into a spool of words, knot tight on the spindle of Time, twist twist all knuckled on, fingers melodic, rhythm sensed, fly Alladin like, on carpets woven with wandering minds, a thimble unpricked, chaste chastened, life unfastened, unhastened, watch hawk like, threads to rip off, when unsensed unseen. You, the weaver of dreams. Spin, spin the glorious unbecoming. Welcome to the day 24 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. In today's #poemtime, collab and write a poem titled #Unbecoming. Think of ideas where you unbecame something negative: unbecoming toxic, unbecoming fearful, unbecoming lazy. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #tejaswiniaura
