Sometimes a piece of the clay
brainwashes like a heart in my hand
Everything wounded with angellic voices, the salt of the sea shell!
And piles of noble bread inside morning
in front of the red hand of the mud.
Sometimes a piece of the clay
brainwashes like a heart in my hand
Everything wounded with angellic voices, the salt of the sea shell!
And piles of noble bread inside morning
in front of the red hand of the mud.
Your word choice is so unique! I love this.
Creative imagination makes words of incredible poetry. The energy of waves, salt water and clay gives a sense of freedom - a free soul. Poetry is filled with strong emotions, gentle and deep.
Hello! Short and simple. I like that! If you want to put your SP to get some passive income I do pretty well with curation. Just find me in chat or discord and we can set up a trail for you! Cheers!
l feel the speaking voice of this post..thanks for your entry...its nice...upped