Such finely worded paintings she makes…a poem by Devika Mathur at My Valiant Soul.
i hear jars of jasmine in the pale moonlight singing and swallowing the day's lie the fallen mask of scalded hearts. the night has a belly of jam and butter smooth, a swamp of blood moons. a feverish rush of adrenaline, saying chants to hypnotize.
I hit 3k Subscribers today. Thank you all for showing me your love.
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3K? Wow, maybe when I grow up I can have half that many! Really, congrats. That is fabulous. And the poem ain’t bad either. 😉
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In my dreams. I haven’t reached 300 yet. This was a reblogging of Devika’s poem.
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See? I am an idiot. Maybe when we both grow up? I really do have difficulty with who is whom and what site I am actually on. (as in to which Lee am I speaking!) Apparently I am not alone as I am getting comments on my reblogs that belong to the original author.
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I think you just have to make it clear who wrote the piece, and add a little comment of your own.
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Thanks!
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