His spirit blew into his art
From lips burnt and chapped with hot glass air,
His lips like dunes,
His breath like desert wind
And she,
She was something from the bottom of a river,
A voice to him like the voice of water
Splashing on stone
And when he finally found her,
He plunged into her
Like a piece of twisted hot glass
Needing to be cooled.
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wow!! you definately have a way with words!! your work is unique and refreshingly original! Thanks for sharing. I'll check back for some other reads.
peace and light,
Kendal
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