they could hang us from
the branches
of all those
leftover sundays
but that wouldn't stop
the starlight.
don't forget us.
we don't want to
lose ourselves.
we are the children of
december
broken bottles of fire
lying on
a tablecloth
we burn for
you.
we could paint a perfect world
a rainbow palette
like the sand between
our toes
and the beauty of
feathered wings
and i still believe that
there is power
when a million voices
sing at once.
Author notes
c i r q u e
d u
s o l e i l
an adaptation of a song i wrote
- The People of Prose group list • next in list
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Comments
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they could hang us from
the branches
of all those
leftover sundays
but that wouldn't stop
the starlight.
- that's really really amazing -
they could hang us from
the branches
of all those
leftover sundays
-the only word i can think of after reading that is 'creative'.
we are the children of
december
broken bottles of fire
lying on
a tablecloth
-seriously, that is fantastic. i LOVE the succession of 'we burn for you'. it really holds so much punch. so much strength and waywardness.
we could paint a perfect world
a rainbow palette
-i think there should be a comma between those two lines.
I LOVE THE END.
LOVE THE END
LOVE THE END.
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ooh this is beautiful.
the imagery is stunning and I love the title.
best of luck♥
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"and i still believe that
there is power
when a million voices
sing at once."
beautiful.
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