skies are crying
on qui vive
soaring through
silence
the shadows
the sand
every memory
a dream
I’m made of paper
reflection
in capsules
of pain
where
dusk purlieu
*
let me learn
to bleed
and break open
into the sun
rising
like a bird
on wings
of time
©AvdL 2015
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Hope Island QLD, Australia
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SEAT OF MY SOUL 
July 13, 2015 at 2:22 am
The poem made me think about how the past anchors us…keeping us planted on solid ground rather than flying…as always a poignant poem.
July 25, 2015 at 8:53 pm
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