Fairies dancing on dew drops.
high pony tails, pointed feet.
Gurgling waves
Gurgling waves
like five year old girls who know about magic.
Notes hanging from the strings of my heart
Notes hanging from the strings of my heart
out to dry
The tips of my fingers and space
The tips of my fingers and space
make music
Toothy grins
Toothy grins
dancing eyes
No beginning and no end
No beginning and no end
to me and you.
- A
Note: A is Anonymous Guest Blogger. This is by a Guest Blogger who chooses to be anonymous. This is the first ever guest blogpost on Tangents and I am extremely glad this blog has a post by this person. I wish I could say more about A, but, I can't.
- A
Note: A is Anonymous Guest Blogger. This is by a Guest Blogger who chooses to be anonymous. This is the first ever guest blogpost on Tangents and I am extremely glad this blog has a post by this person. I wish I could say more about A, but, I can't.
1 comment:
Brilliant! This poem touches me at various levels.
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