the crooked tree had many arms
and they all
reached to hold the sky
I slept beneath her boughs
and dreamt of rain
when I awoke, your tears were on the pillow
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the crooked tree had many arms
and they all
reached to hold the sky
I slept beneath her boughs
and dreamt of rain
when I awoke, your tears were on the pillow
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Sigh. Your poetry is art, D’Jaevle. Dark, beautiful art.
I agree with Nympho… You make words and thoughts an art form…
So how far away is a heartbeat D’Jaevle? Seems tantalizingly close to me.