Letters of Price
through these pieces of broken dark/i am god
miles of blue face and muted note in the indian sky
in the yearning,tainted days
in the jasmine fields of the east
in the unknowing of every breath/we are god
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2011
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