{my Body Is An Eggshell} Poem by Wayne Sloane
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{my Body Is An Eggshell}
My body is an eggshell
encased within the skin of an orange.
My mind a defunct laboratory
of bubbles and sparks,
delusions and discoveries.
My heart a secret garden
of orchids, mushrooms, rocks
and fragile mosses.
My soul is a mother.
A mother of stars.
Stars like our sun.
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Saturday, September 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: body,heart,mind,soul
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