If the waves are my blood
The moon is my heartbeat.
If the rocks are my bones
The moss is my skin
And the shadows are my mind.
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The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
Of This Nature
If the waves are my blood
The moon is my heartbeat.
If the rocks are my bones
The moss is my skin
And the shadows are my mind.
