The Curtain Breathes
The curtain breathes and billows high like the skirt of a woman turning away, scorned (she would say) for my being seized by nothing more than air. Released by a breeze even leaves do not bend to, I cannot speak. I have become, unmoving, the breath of my child asleep at the feet of the Lord.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at April 27, 2011 11:15 PM
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Hi Mitch, exquisite image, splendid analogies, I love hwat you do. Always inspiring. A true poet of the heart. Love Astrid
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at April 27, 2011 08:51 PM
Hi Mitch, exquisite image, splendid analogies, I love hwat you do. Always inspiring. A true poet of the heart. Love Astrid
Posted by: astrand at April 27, 2011 08:51 PM
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