Monday, March 7, 2011

Comfort

I'll lie in his arms,
and
my feet
will never again
need ground.

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3 comments:

  1. AndreasMarch 7, 2011 at 4:57 PM

    You'll fall without falling.

    One of those poems that feel like they've always been there, like blessings.

    Love.

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  2. Guilherme NoronhaMarch 7, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    Angels have nowhere to fall

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  3. Mariana D.March 7, 2011 at 5:52 PM

    love it.

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