Thursday, 15 November 2012
in a washing up bubble
Raphael calls me
50foot soft green wings
an emerald cave,
a door in a mountain
dancing in my brokeness
will you dance with me
take it slow
with my baby bethan gurgling
the light shines through her eyes
the glass is half full
its cold outside
so wrap up to protect yourself
you are precious like
the diamond ice out there
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