TWO legs two arms
a tongue and a voice
two eyes looking
inside my Skin
(makes me cry)
& when winds are strong
at times there breaks
through branches so bare
the breath of a floating
feather — her beautiful
world birth’d of Spring
About this poet-heart
a splendorous rare jewel
turning symbols into
mortal thing.
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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