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Butterflies...across my face Is what you said my words were to you Wings of brown drifting across two pools of ice blue Slender fingers laced with red Outstretched across the bed And yet there was a pause a sudden close of doors Keys clattered and locks shut A yes, a no,a sighed but... Hawthorn high and bluebells droop The morning star, the endless loop My mouth formed the shape and you fell out soft vowel Mine a consonant, low like an owl Flash of blue, rapeseed gold A white lace flower A secret to hold.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Butterfly words
Butterflies...across my face Is what you said my words were to you Wings of brown drifting across two pools of ice blue Slender fingers laced with red Outstretched across the bed And yet there was a pause a sudden close of doors Keys clattered and locks shut A yes, a no,a sighed but... Hawthorn high and bluebells droop The morning star, the endless loop My mouth formed the shape and you fell out soft vowel Mine a consonant, low like an owl Flash of blue, rapeseed gold A white lace flower A secret to hold.
To a kingfisher
#love#nature#summer#secret#latelove
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tinkerbell-smith
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
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