Sunday, February 5, 2012

My Shadows Are Valleys

My shadows are valleys
twisting and shallow
deeper prodding the breasts of the land;
I have thorns and pitted berries
a mind of silhouettes
with feathers brighter than any harvest moon;
And me, who I am – apt to love –
Is vehement, sincere
willing pieces with buried roots
nurturing fields with faceless light.
{Written by: Andrea Currie}

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