I want to dream of pretty things,
and draw them up my arm.
Put feathers on my necklace,
and beads of glass and ice.
With bells, I'll softly jingle
like a dancer's hammered treasure,
thin copper, slice of dawn.
Rachel Westfall
April 14, 2011
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6 comments:
Enjoyed. Good things to dream.
Delightful, Rachel, as always.
Thank you, Anthony and Rob-Bear! Strangely, the formatting disappeared when the post was published. There were supposed to be line breaks. I think I've fixed it now.
cool
i love the slice of copper and it seems strange to hear you use the word pretty
don't know why
Rick
Lovely choice of words....
I see that you are also from Canada.
Nice blog you have here.
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