Burns
228 1006
May 4, 2016, 8:05 PM

Connect 

  Poetry » Other
1150 1 0

 

 

in a dream
my arms were wings
that shed one feather
and in your hands
it found its way
to break the fall
you took it home
and wrote a letter

 

thought
ideas
opening
reach
contact
charge
growth
bloom

 

in reality
my thoughts go far
in search for warmth
and something happens
a whisper responds
it reaches back to me
and carries sparks
seeds growing into words

 

 

© All rights reserved.

Свързани произведения
Comments
Please sign in with your account so you can comment and vote.
Random works
: ??:??