Sometimes my heart holds a
bubble wand and blows sternly,
pushing pops of cheer: wispy
lavender spheres, reflecting a
burgeoning sky, floating up, defy,
defy. Carried by the winds of
sighs, encouraged by the whistling
of leaves on whooping branches,
and the shrill song of grass
over a coliseum mounting in dew;
gladness freckling in the sun
and racing to have run.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Sometimes my heart holds a
bubble wand and blows sternly,
pushing pops of cheer: wispy
lavender spheres, reflecting a
burgeoning sky, floating up, defy,
defy. Carried by the winds of
sighs, encouraged by the whistling
of leaves on whooping branches,
and the shrill song of grass
over a coliseum mounting in dew;
gladness freckling in the sun
and racing to have run.
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