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Ceramic hands and porcelain hearts
I hear a distant sparrow
almost a dream
her song bleeds through my ears
A passing dream where sparrows die
my pillow underneath her arms
and her eyes always buying my watercolors
drifting through her lips
all I ever wanted
one last song to end my agony
and your hands folding my skin into a butterfly
almost a dream
her song bleeds through my ears
A passing dream where sparrows die
my pillow underneath her arms
and her eyes always buying my watercolors
drifting through her lips
all I ever wanted
one last song to end my agony
and your hands folding my skin into a butterfly
Published 24th Apr 2017
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20th Jun 2017 9:18am
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS STAYED ME
from the first time i' ever read it, and will say that it stirred every element
made of .I
clever, refreshing, keen, undertaking and powerful..with all of its startling
impressionistic blends
I love the beauty here
from the first time i' ever read it, and will say that it stirred every element
made of .I
clever, refreshing, keen, undertaking and powerful..with all of its startling
impressionistic blends
I love the beauty here
21st Jun 2017 2:49am
Wow, such wonderful words. I really appreciate your observations on this piece. I'm glad this had a strong effect on you.
