Little flowered dress will not go round off
where bare soles find solace in pale blades
of green. Gospel scales under the umbrage
of prior hammered drums still soar despite
the drifting solar influence. If clouds bluing
had souls, and maybe they do, then drifting
would be this innocence.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
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love this.
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a smart metaphor.
ReplyDeletewe all wrestle with lots of things.
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ReplyDeletelovely short verse.
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