Shaken dew from awakening buds
An ocean spills from her eyes
rapture filled shadows, discoveries
of a sprinkling heart
In long drops
a new spirit fire
reclaims place
In vivid swarms of pinpoint accuracy
No seams ending, no ghosts
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes
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10 comments:
and now I know
I love this
xo
It almost seems like spring;~)
Damn it, I missed your poetry River. Love this piece.
:)
An ocean spills from her eyes
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes
Loved this!
<3 hey there :D Missing your words hehe
So good. :)
"swarms of pinpoint accuracy" and that's a brilliant image.
thanks all for stopping by and comments
:)
Never seen so much description.
Amazing.
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