Blood SistersA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonPrompted by the wind...Long fingered branches scratch the windows, but I do not trim them. Soon tiny buds will sprout from their dormant arms, spill petals like carpet. I will scoop handfuls into baskets, crush the juice against my hands and we will bleed together, sisters of a common root. © 2014 Kristina Moulaison |
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Added on February 16, 2014 Last Updated on February 20, 2014 Tags: nature, connection, rebirth, prompting, tree of life, inspiration AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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