Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Words
Shaped;
Words are made from letters
Fire, hail and a tinge of Holy water
Mine are made of syllables, heartbeats and crunched leaves.
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