Snailhushed
SNAILHUSHED
thorns and roses
and other garden
goodies
thought
the snail
was destroying
the square
root of
time
in waking hours
without much
sleep
lies the heavy
mending
of the rocks
tides forgotten
by the breezes
of the sea
you alone
can make my
joy a
laughingScream
snailhushed
serene....
© Kim van Breda
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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