 Rolling clouds, and cows
across fields of grass, and tall and thick trees in woolen skies. I want your green in my soul. Encircled by the sea, grey jade, olive, olive jade, charcoal, Green, round the jagged, folded green, green meshed. Wash me clean. My cluttered body, Tangled in webs and knitted Together. Split my skies with jade. Devour me until I am satiated, full, quiet, calm. I want courage again, dreams Of love. Behind me is ochre and pomegranate. Blush and balconies. But you, you ground my feet in soft earth. In your terrarium untangle this Restless me.
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1/4/2020 06:26:56 pm
If Ireland is where you are currently residing in, then you are lucky. I have always wanted to live there, however, life isn't really allowing me to do it. Of course, it will take lots of time before I can completely do it, but for now, I am fine with just this. I will try to go and make a life that I want to live, and that involves relocating to Ireland. I do hope that I get to achieve it soon. Leave a Reply. |
Not really a BiographyI have always been inclined to move forward, roll the stone, down, and often up, hills. I've tried to write through it all. Everything on this blog is written by me. Archives
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