Looming backwards
I've been turncoated
scattered moorings betray a bitterness of thought
yet in precious time flowers grow again
beauty of this land is an open hand
healing hearts warm with love
healing hearts warm with love
Hermes Falling. A bloodless dive into immortality. Here, a place to explore words, ideas, in a flight of shared intimacy. Tell me what you think.
1 comment:
...inspiring poetry on these pages...thank you...
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