softly flutters, like
butterflies, dancing in waves;
still, for some seconds
and rocks back again; life like
moves-- can I be one today?
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©VioletEden
24thApril2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
