Tag Archives: spring

She

She

She is the ink pulsing through her veins,
craving a taste of the pain of humanity,
aching from sorrows never uttered,
scribbling her blood across history.

She is the spring flower piercing through snow
warm sunlight tickling a bare thigh,
blue birds tittering atop budding growth,
an ice cube melting down her clavicle.

She is the stars in night sky laughing,
moonlight glowing against her cheeks,
twilight eyes blinking away lonely years,
dawn just creeping up on a new horizon.

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