A breath of life
Nudged the Barents,
As a mother would
Her child.
So I was lifted,
Gently,
Waiting for the sun,
As the sky swelled
With a foreign light.
I thought of you
Where I would
Think of myself…
The sound of light
Was enough,
As winter
Traced her nails
Across my face,
Burning whispers
Layed gently
Upon my skin,
To remind me
This
Was
The taste
Of you.
Tag: Memories
Cold Bones
Yearning for the cold
Of memories
That wrap themselves
Around my bones…
“Rush through me,
As the tempersome wind
That struggles
In a cold midnight rain.”
F.E.
taste
Sparrows-Day 1
Sparrows scattered, like seeds tossed
From my grandmothers gentle hands,
As her years and memories lost,
So loosely in this broken land.
At the eve of a quiet day,
When the village left to pray,
The day would fall in tired talk,
And Id amongst these sparrows walk.
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