March 5, 2012
#26 Roots
My roots have dried and breathing
no longer seems easy. I’m sleeping in corners
of various eyes which forests mistake
for cunning lights, fireflies. The height makes
me forget your past; I’m not as high as you
think I should be. Remarkable, I remember
your jawline, my fingers closer to the edge.
My roots are fading beyond snow and further.
no longer seems easy. I’m sleeping in corners
of various eyes which forests mistake
for cunning lights, fireflies. The height makes
me forget your past; I’m not as high as you
think I should be. Remarkable, I remember
your jawline, my fingers closer to the edge.
My roots are fading beyond snow and further.
khub sundor.... like magical raindrops on an awaiting pane....:)
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly written! :)
ReplyDeletethanku :)
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ReplyDeletenot as high as you
what a line!!!!!!
brilliant :-)
power of emotion...pain...it strikes the heart....wonderful! keep them coming..
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