Falling
A fragile thing, a precious thing
Onion-skin thin and gossamer winged
Always pins and needles, dandelion like
Falling asleep in the cold quiet dark,
Peace full. Awakened by
Warm sunshine of fear
Onion-skin thin and gossamer winged
Always pins and needles, dandelion like
Falling asleep in the cold quiet dark,
Peace full. Awakened by
Warm sunshine of fear
posted by Ephemeral | 4:56 PM
3 Comments:
A beautiful post, dear.
Now, why you gotta go mention onions when you get poetical?
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