The forest's sounds fulfill me slowly, such as her the sound of her voice cradling me. I love her, I love everything about her.
Her pretty voice crackles, sometimes. I must hear it just here ; I need her breathing inside my neck, and her gentle skin against the palm of my hand. My thorny love, let me carry you away from the hate, after the mountains, until clear blue skies. Let me love you as long as my soul is not unable to, let's live together inside a forest made of hedgehog-hearts, which, planted along the pathway, bleed tears made of ink.
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Lullabies for an Angel
Poetryreposted from my other account because I don't use it. ~~~ Since summer 2017, a gathering of poems in prose was written for a person very precious. . "A viděl jsem jiného anděla, jak letí středem nebe, a měl věčnou dobrou zprávu, aby [ji] oznamova...
