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We hold our selves together with intricate skin, a spill of freckled stars. You asked me what I’m made of, and I’ll show you: the scattered trails of these woods. The way the flowers ache and fade. A fragment of sky poured through fractured branches. A strain of song laced through, to keep the wolves at bay. When someday they find my bones, please, tell them: these were my veins.
what of flutter?
wind forever changes
the face of broken.
It’s Haibun Monday time over at dVerse. Some gorgeous photos by Susan Judd to inspire. Come play!