by HWY73Pewaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Feb 2015 241 Views 3 comments
Soul Tattoo
I sought a higher ground not for sleeping
and taken my bed beneath the sky
Worried haste lay as so much kindling declaring but the foolish dust I am
The soul incisions of an early morning sky laid clean my wound
bathed in lifes ember, sang in the snaps of wiser pine
and taken my bed to a higher ground not for sleeping
and taken my bed beneath the sky
Worried haste lay as so much kindling declaring but the foolish dust I am
The soul incisions of an early morning sky laid clean my wound
bathed in lifes ember, sang in the snaps of wiser pine
and taken my bed to a higher ground not for sleeping
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Posted: Feb 2015
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Comments (3)
especially 'The soul incisions of an early morning sky laid clean my wound
bathed in lifes ember, sang in the snaps of wiser pine'
ty and welcome