These words, I scatter like bird seeds
tossing them to the ground,
little crumbs of my mind,
piecemeal
Hoping to be received by eager mouths
carefully watching each movement
of my hand
as it dances across the page
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
These words, I scatter like bird seeds
tossing them to the ground,
little crumbs of my mind,
piecemeal
Hoping to be received by eager mouths
carefully watching each movement
of my hand
as it dances across the page
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