Bizarre
I look at the mirror from time to time and..
The gypsy is bizarre.
So upright; so loose.
So clingy; so cold.
But her sunshine seeps through the rain,
Wanes the storm and..
Beckons to what's still.
Heard that?
Your heart, again, beats.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
