Tuesday 9 April 2019

rock hearts and summer cramps


i have hung my tongue over the high branches
where the sun burns it a bit and wind passes by
letting it dry up// rigid rock mountains grow high//
 all i need is a stream, an ace of hearts
to rush and flow back

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2 comments:

  1. De Jackson9 April 2019 at 23:51

    Goodness, this first line is just FANTASTIC:


    i have hung my tongue over the high branches

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  2. Grace10 April 2019 at 04:50

    I love every line of this Sreeja. Good to see you!

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