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Jun 14, 2010
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fields of clover rise to bind me
a little frayed around the edges, roughly held by life and breath,
the sky looks so forlorn, soddenly hanging so
i slowly wear away like an old man's band of gold
like temple stones that echo a hundred phases of the moon
fields of clover rise to bind me with early morning light
i am fragile,
like the touch of translucent skin, poppy red and parchment thin
come bend with me, low to the ground , let us be like apple trees
laden with poems, bruised with words that taste of sweet water.
~
the sky looks so forlorn, soddenly hanging so
i slowly wear away like an old man's band of gold
like temple stones that echo a hundred phases of the moon
fields of clover rise to bind me with early morning light
i am fragile,
like the touch of translucent skin, poppy red and parchment thin
come bend with me, low to the ground , let us be like apple trees
laden with poems, bruised with words that taste of sweet water.
~
— Kailashana, Jun 14, 2010
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Seren
15 years 12 months ago
Mum
Candlewitch
15 years 12 months ago
Dear Anna
mand
15 years 12 months ago
I agree with Cat, lovey
shirley harrison
15 years 12 months ago
"Stunning"
xena465
15 years 11 months ago
I agree with all
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
love the last line
Dalton
15 years 11 months ago
i love that when i come to
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
I wish, John!But thank you