A poem...

[bella_poetessa]

The cold full moon
Surrounded by a halo of ice
Smokey tears of salt
Burn in fires flame
Pools drip drip drip
Full of sightless things
Taste of spring flowers
Dust dried thirst
In a handful of days

Kelly Linzey
4/8/14

I'm not sure if its done or not... it's still speaking to me...

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[no_souvenirs]

And it may speak to you long after it lays down on the white space...😆