Comments : Quick Poem & Letter

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    As always this is stunning.

    when you bleed, I bleed.
    when you're parched, so am I.
    For some reason these lines struck a chord with me, perfect.

  • 1 year ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist


    A freakin' awesome write. .. I can connect to the emotion you've thrown in every lines. ...

    I know the pains of waiting for the monsoon, and I know the hunger of waiting for sunshine in the fog. I would pull apart all my leaves, my flowers, my stem to give you all my sap; to sustain you until April cries, or June kisses you.

    I've become the laconic, astute wanderer above the sea of fog, that calls the Salar de Uyuni home.

    Love this