A GARDEN OF PEOPLE.
Who do I choose?
How.
Of MEN
(or boys)
with scraggly beards
& REVOLUTIONARY minds
Of WOMEN
with Ochre breath
& (unimportant) things
Let's not forget the rest of us,
still here,
still dancing,
Waltzing, with a heavy step.
BREATHE
BREATHE
INK INK.
Somehow I can only think of roses.
3 comments:
Beautiful! Love your blog! Keep writing :)
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