Poetry from a Time Forgotten : Supple Wands

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Supple Wands

Tears, like supple wands flow gracefully from joyous eyes. Words of sweet clover and honey spread across the airways. Your tender caresses, gentle kindnesses, salve to a heart, chaffed from enduring broken dreams, a cracked horizon, an empty bed of hushed wishes. Share a fire with me now. Spiraling... Sign in to see full entry.

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