Saturday, April 12, 2014

yellow grey black


My heart is
a duct of ever flowing tears

a slow squeezed pillow
cloud
dissolving itself
into the sea

in dark space
curled back
seeping forever


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2 comments:

zonedin said...

your heart needs a rest...it had to work very hard these past few years. Mine too.

April 12, 2014 at 5:22 PM
WritingsForLife said...

Sigh. Beautiful!

April 15, 2014 at 12:30 PM

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