Friday, 21 July 2017

Forest


I’d collect all the leaves 
To make you a bed in my forest.
While I’d lie next to you
My body would grow feathers.

I’d start floating, oh no,
I’d start going away.
While I’d be speaking to you
You’d be sleeping and absent.

I’d take care of you
I’d hold you in my arms
If only I could take you with me
Or pluck my plumes out

Would you come?


Anna



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