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| Photo by Zena Holloway |
Waif upon water
Blondness rises, spreads like blood
Then she floats, just floats.
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
4 comments:
well now...that is rather haunting...
Beautiful. I love Haiku.
Thanks for visiting me and taking time to comment, twice. :)
Eerie and kind of sexy in a strange way.
But then we all float down here...
(evil grin)
This is so beautiful.
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