Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

It’s beautiful…do you see…?

Breezes,

                  wildly thrown.

and my hair runs loose,

                 wildly thrown.

Air is a sweet

and vicious thing

to have in one’s presence,

                 wildly thrown.

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3 responses

  1. I am failing to find a comment for this beyond “I like it”…

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    Marie Marshall
    author/poet/editor
    Scotland

    August 27, 2012 at 12:40 am

    • That’s the best comment I’ve ever received. Thank you 🙂

      August 27, 2012 at 12:43 am

      • I’m sure you’ll receive more.

        August 27, 2012 at 12:55 am