A pencil fell from the sky,
and
Next to it a white feather rested.
Drawn by something beyond myself,
both
Re-written and unburdoned;
I senced
Every fiber of my being ache,
whilste I bent down to grasp them
from the grey and savage earth...
A pencil fell from the sky,
and
Next to it a white feather rested.
Drawn by something beyond myself,
both
Re-written and unburdoned;
I senced
Every fiber of my being ache,
whilste I bent down to grasp them
from the grey and savage earth...
Comments
maggyvaneijk | November 14, 2011 - 11:24
Short but infinitely interesting