The moon on a leafor water.
some cold mornings everything shimmerswater hangs on your skin like stars
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and lost myself in wildflowergalaxies
and wildflowersrose like towers
who could tell the difference.
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Still life watercolours.
French mornings are cold and i shiver more than the shiver of everything.
ReplyDeleteMy skin cracks and disappears. Sheer white silk chiffon and stars no more.
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