I whisper feather-felt
tongue beneath the shadow,
treading gently, as I go
my soul, the bleeding heart.
In all bright-fairness gentle
womanHeart with golden hair,
a tarnished life stone I am
Fallen golden dustBin life
Lilac-like, bending, tending
to the winds,
the roots too deep to blow
my soul away across the field
:: 08-05-2014 ::
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