She said: in your brain’s tree
bright pulsating stars;
let them spin and flicker.
If fall – into the hummock
of dreams; long fettered,
hearts come alive
one for each that you take
on the whimsical wings
in the keyhole of truth…
through the journey of
passed by bus routes
and leaves
books, so dear
returned for the coin
& smile…
enchanted,
her fingers
pulling invisible string
blue smooth veil of dawn
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Read more at MLMM Writing Prompt #155 Collage #21
Sunday Whirl ~ Six for Wednesday
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