full of moons
i swing
feet float flown
heavy, as air before the rain.
clogged
tough i stay
witty waiting wailing (a little)
dreaming, as water in a pond.
big and round
beautiful and glowing
slow and graceful, it all seems.
but nothing comes out.
just nothing.
though
am not scared,you are.
4 comments:
loved this! I've also been feeling very bad about being the other end of that lost painting... I wish it had reached me...
I will try.
lost painting,
is a good title for a film.:P
amazing blog darling
thanks gi., i liked yours too.
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