Categories > Original > Poetry
By Moonlight
0 ReviewsNot sure about this one... it was just sort of a rhythmic thing with interesting sounds and imagery that came out of nowhere.
flutes and...
hollowed bones
and
pale throats and...
guarded tones
and
waiting turns
for
someone else' burns
now
shake your pretty head
here we go again...
kneel down and
breath
and
find the seeds
of
mother's dreams
amidst
the windblown reeds
hollowed bones
and
pale throats and...
guarded tones
and
waiting turns
for
someone else' burns
now
shake your pretty head
here we go again...
kneel down and
breath
and
find the seeds
of
mother's dreams
amidst
the windblown reeds
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