Poems from rosa.gifford
And upon all our human curliquoos,
The ups, the downs, the spirals,
The oblivions, the nothings, the everythings,
I find myself most at...
If I could make my golden heart beats beat,
Red like the first wood
from my first borrowed word,
I wonder if 'pon a widowed world,
I could...
His eyes are blue,
Inviting,
Like the nightlights,
Hiding.
My dear,
Old blessed one,
How long has it been?
Since I've seen the sun?
Oh...
So this is how the world freezes.
They wondered if it could end in ice,
Blues, violets, whites.
But no, it's all just snow,
And silvery...
She wiped her hair behind her hair,
She sighed. She begged for him to come back,
to hear her. She began to cry.
and when she looked up,...