the life of little miss giggles
because the darkness is passing and the true light is already shining - 1 john 2.8
Saturday, May 22, 2010
saturday afternoon
flakes of gold
litter damp earth.
drops of blood
hang rusting from reaching limbs.
breaths of ash
mingle with stokes of blinding brightness.
flakes of sky
descend through mythical particles
arced quietly through the air.
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