POESY
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Cold Weather
On this day one branch says yes to a bird, trembles under the weight of red. Light holds wood in its noon flight and under wings a twig goes higher than growth. Like a divining rod, it searches for a nest in the sky.
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BiG M
3 December 2011 at 10:05
Reminds me of the garden and all the love you poured into it.
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Reminds me of the garden and all the love you poured into it.
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