A word upon my palm.
Bird with the shivering heart.
Impermanent. As a drop of dew
burned by the unsparing rays of sun.
Like a tear upon the lip: a trace of salt
hidden within the smile.
I hold a word upon my palm.
I hold a bird in the shade.
Mute, forgotten inside the cage.
A piece of poetry.
Unspoken.
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© Eclipse 2013
Salted tears we have tasted many… but I hope you are never caged….or muted….
You were born to Fly……… and Sing…………….
Sending you a Hug via Dreamwalker’s xox
black romantic …
This my dear is truly beautiful … all of it; illustration, setting, poem … holding a word upon the palm line touched me. Thank you,
Hello
Soul
Long time no see … Happy New Year to you. Love this picture .. poem, I’m not an expert on, Sorry!
Where have you been, my friend E … ? I missed you so much … Caged in … muted … share with me … I know about these things, Love, cat.