Sunday, September 10, 2017

The Hurt The Dust Comments

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Love, you have painted your fingernails red.
And I excavated the marrow from my bones.
Now, my heart has an open wound to vanquish.
To crawl back to its subterranean grave
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Geetha Jayakumar 19 September 2017

Beautiful imagery of words shaking off the hurt like dust and flying high in sky with turtle doves. Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.

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Mark Heathcote

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