Wednesday, January 6, 2016

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atop the mountain
of bones
and books
i collect
feathers
and sun-splotched dreams
i weave
new stories
of these
old threads
wings
to carry
high
above the smoke and ashes

3 comments:

Diane said...

I have missed your sun-splotched stories... xo

Magaly Guerrero said...

For as long as we have stories to craft and weave, the world's debris shall never bury us. Yum!

Marla said...

Bones and books. I hear you.