Let your arms be the bow
and my body, the strings.
Our hazy lustful chants,
our liberating wings,
will lull us to sleep like
soothing airs nature sings.
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Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 | 20:50
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Slurs
PoetryCollection of soulful poems inspired by lived experiences. // Cover by me
Airs
Let your arms be the bow
and my body, the strings.
Our hazy lustful chants,
our liberating wings,
will lull us to sleep like
soothing airs nature sings.
//
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 | 20:50
