Twine a last touch,
before the sun steals
our slip of peace.
We uncurl
into a chance of us,
pollinated
by winged thought.
Dare to recall ourselves
as parents and people.
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minor edit .19.04.10
Twine a last touch,
before the sun steals
our slip of peace.
We uncurl
into a chance of us,
pollinated
by winged thought.
Dare to recall ourselves
as parents and people.
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minor edit .19.04.10
Comments
MistakenMagic | September 1, 2009 - 10:42
A beautiful little piece Lena to go with a gorgeously delicate picture! I especially liked:
'we curl
into a chance of us
pollinated
by winged thought;'
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | September 1, 2009 - 14:22
Lovely ;-)
lenchenelf | September 1, 2009 - 18:01
Thank you both, very much appreciated. atb Lena