Talk
I've spoken with the walls and made friends
voices of past turned smoking black into pictures of what has to be
I've talked to the ground
and in fair conversation she has entranced me
the sky and I have whispered to each other at late hour,speaking of our love
hills of tones shouting lavender have handed me direction to god's lair
so that I OR MY SHADOW MAY PLEAD A CASE OF RIGHTFULLY LOST RIGHTEOUSNESS
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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