Light bathes the corners.
The looms' children are warm.
The walls listen and talk back.
Then cut off their ears and out their tongues.
The looms' children are warm.
The walls listen and talk back.
Then cut off their ears and out their tongues.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
2 comments:
Very nice...
But Why "Then cut off their ears and out their tongues."
Are they disturbing you??
No... because they know the value of secrecy.:)
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