Jun 2016
In the touch
Power
Leaving my hands
Drenched is scent
Hints of clay
Fresh body
And sadness
Reminding ever
That even the beautiful
Are broken
And what has been lost
*May be found
Power
Leaving my hands
Drenched is scent
Hints of clay
Fresh body
And sadness
Reminding ever
That even the beautiful
Are broken
And what has been lost
*May be found
