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This part of Hamburg looks and feels Siberian retracing chubby childish fingers along the footnote creased in exile. The air has intake and a bit of spring that sends the leafy shadows quivering against the patchy asphalt. The scent of apple trees in bloom is hanging like a green halo and caught between my high-strung ankles – For I am overturned this spring, watching this dusk descending down my hair – its very ends I tied to ancient bells in bronze, announcing summer’s coming. |
This was simply lovely... the ending especially so. Overturned... dusk descending down my hair, ancient bells... I wish I were so excited for spring.| Posted on 2014-05-07 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ] | |