He knew she was lost
When her voice felt empty
When she smelled of coffee
Fingers stained with ink
So he let her go
A bird set free
Told to go back home
And she would come back
Her voice filled with thunder
Her eyes reflecting an ocean
Smelling of sand and salt and fish
Her hair tangled by the wind
Fingers stained with the green of seaweed
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Поэзия"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
