Like a shell that opens
I show you the heart of myself
soft and easy to hurt
the warm flesh beating the drum of life
to which the wind whistles
like a bird
stories of a long ago time.
words.poetry.storys
Like a shell that opens
I show you the heart of myself
soft and easy to hurt
the warm flesh beating the drum of life
to which the wind whistles
like a bird
stories of a long ago time.