In my slowly gathering morning, caught between the butcher bird's discourse on prayer and the growling of commuter streams, your poem caught my breath and transported me to that sacred space where sky melts into the earth and skin is just another overcoat.
In my slowly gathering morning, caught between the butcher bird's discourse on prayer and the growling of commuter streams, your poem caught my breath and transported me to that sacred space where sky melts into the earth and skin is just another overcoat.
A wonderful poem to be reminded of this evening. Thanks.
I would love to see this place.
Sounds a wonderful freak of nature
Love love this. An amazing poem! Thank youuuu.