Painting Anna Dart
Your arms are a nest,
Softness is all around me.
My heart is quieter.
A nest
05 Tuesday May 2015
Posted in Poésie
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Hortus Closus
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Arms, also a tree
With branches where birds can sing
By night and by day.
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It’s the warmest place,
with the purest air, powered
by a fow of care.
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I love how you make love sing so bright and beautiful. You touch so deeply!!
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Le braccia possono essere un nido se c’è amore….altrimenti stritolano.
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Love the imagery you create in this haiku
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