Her Pocket
A small silk patch
Stitched to the furthest corner
Of her tender heart
Holding whispered secrets
On sunflower lit afternoons
& tear stained love notes
With love worn folds
Where she keeps her glittering childhood
& half created
Half lived dream creatures
Within herself she thrives
& dances for blind eyes
Waiting for the day
When the stitching in her heart
Dissolves into flesh
& CURES the unseeing eyes
& releases the life
Within her pocket
A small silk patch
Stitched to the furthest corner
Of her tender heart
Poem - Rachel Lake
Image - Drops Meet Dandelion ( http://alinschki.deviantart.com/)
You can express yourself in a way that is just so amazing. I love it.
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