Your voice
A golden spoon
Laden with honey
Dripping languidly
Your tone
A wounded sparrow
Searching for safety
In a bed of soft feathers
Your words
Paint vivid images
With indelible ink
With shades of blue
Your feelings
Naked, pure and free
Pull heart-strings
Effortlessly
Heather Mirassou
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Your voice
A golden spoon
Laden with honey
Dripping languidly
Your tone
A wounded sparrow
Searching for safety
In a bed of soft feathers
Your words
Paint vivid images
With indelible ink
With shades of blue
Your feelings
Naked, pure and free
Pull heart-strings
Effortlessly
Heather Mirassou
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