… She hides her eyes behind a stained glass moon;
a shadow moving softly in a storm.
…
twiglets #78.
This is the cutest, sweetest, saddest poem. It makes me think of a beaten child, hiding behind her momma’s skirt. 😦 I just wanna hold that baby and kiss her bruises away …
This is like reading a gossamer breeze.
Absolutely gorgeous.
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This is the cutest, sweetest, saddest poem. It makes me think of a beaten child, hiding behind her momma’s skirt. 😦 I just wanna hold that baby and kiss her bruises away …
This is like reading a gossamer breeze.
Absolutely gorgeous.