She cut her feet
on broken sand
where the waves meet
the lonely land
In blood and brine
and salted foam
rocks churned the tide
so far from home
The moon sank low
and we were drawn
to a cloudless show
before a restless dawn
The heavens' mask
painted with flame
was removed at last
and carried away
Rising in blue
her scars faded
into the empty and new
we created
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Poesía"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
