Beneath the blue,
Between blooms: a breath.
She begins to believe
Like before,
Every wish fell out of the sky,
Star hot
Like angels,
And left her
In a golden smile moment,
It is as if true love could follow.
(Fridge poems) 11.01.2019
He was borne on a branch The low hanging fruit Of the curse The bushel that hung from nails Trellising tight stems to the frame Spurs offer...
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