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Ma's Place in Nature
I fall to my knees in a purple guise,
time lay open, striking stillness
of a red jungle chicken corrupting the
English in seconds; life that sprang from
a woman’s breast that compensates with memories
of caramels, divinity, and fried breakfast toast.
time lay open, striking stillness
of a red jungle chicken corrupting the
English in seconds; life that sprang from
a woman’s breast that compensates with memories
of caramels, divinity, and fried breakfast toast.
Published 2nd Aug 2014
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2nd Aug 2014 11:35am
It's good to reminisce the beautiful memories of our loved ones...love your closing lines:
"life that sprang from a woman’s breast that compensates with memories of caramels, divinity, and fried breakfast toast." Good read Pishashee...
@EngrVV
"life that sprang from a woman’s breast that compensates with memories of caramels, divinity, and fried breakfast toast." Good read Pishashee...
@EngrVV
2nd Aug 2014 11:59am
2nd Aug 2014 12:06pm
2nd Aug 2014 12:20pm
Luscious snippet from
thy
kind(red)
spirit....
write on & on, love----
2nd Aug 2014 12:44pm
2nd Aug 2014 4:08pm
3rd Aug 2014 00:08am
you find the marvel within
the mundane, you are a
surrealist, without ever
losing sight of the real...
although, fried toast..! :)
the mundane, you are a
surrealist, without ever
losing sight of the real...
although, fried toast..! :)
3rd Aug 2014 1:49pm
I feel unworthy of suchness at this moment. It's a wonderful compliment, Thank you. Sometimes Dad would bake the toast for us.
3rd Aug 2014 3:10am
3rd Aug 2014 1:50pm