sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
seeds
sleepy eyes and wandering fingers
teddy cat in my face when i wake
but her scent is still on our pillow
smile, inhale a sweet experience
a season may past, maybe a snow
in this clime, spring flowers are seeded
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