August 4, 2017 by petrujviljoen
into the indigo sky
a window ajar
a breeze rustling
an open book
in her lap her
a cry a sweep
weep of dream-
tail howling across
the empty land.
| Tags: gender, iowa, power of the pen, vulnerability
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I make art, I read a lot and I'm now trying to write as well. Otherwise I belong to a cat by the name of Charlie that drives me nuts sometimes and other times makes me melt with love for her.
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