clad in lily-white
she sweeps into each room
and out again....
the woman in my vision
remains a winter dream
loneliness...
the thing with feathers
perches on my heartstrings
singing 'there is no there there'
throughout this snowy night
perches in my heart, right. Please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful thing CL, thanks to Emily.