Saturday, December 11, 2010

To: Spiritwind Wood (Poemhunter)

Up in a dermis of dreams
A thousand acres high
The sky, so with birds

The clocks, winds with hand
Together, says the day to the night
Composed, in composure, sun beams

The glass raven glisten, slits
Eyes of open sheers, split

Sending seven dandelions, wilting
white, flowers





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