A pale pink sash to the morning
wraps itself against a tight fitting
hip skimming
grey sky.
Sitting,
trembling,
holding the heart of a songbird in my hand,
violet,
blue,
we sing.
A pale pink sash to the morning
wraps itself against a tight fitting
hip skimming
grey sky.
Sitting,
trembling,
holding the heart of a songbird in my hand,
violet,
blue,
we sing.
