Outside

I am beginning to dream
in a foreign language

England
in brittle flowers

Romance
and a sack of bones

Birds
outside the window

Love
for a tortured woman

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1 Comment

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One response to “Outside

  1. A foreign tongue sounds good on you! Love this poem. Glad I came across your blog as a fellow writer. =)

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