© Copyright Iain MacDonald,2009
Thoughts of someone’s romantic heart
Reaching Shiraz, St Tropez jazz
Ruby red eyes reckless
Cobalt blue, lemon and salt
The spark that ignites
She warms the mercy seat
Learns to forgive, fragrance still lives
Lonely raven sings, a song of truth
Lifts the spirits of wounded hearts
Curl the blemish of barren fields
Deeply breathes and shines with crisp imaginings
Let’s scrape the shine of blunted teeth
Shake the bones of devil’s pride.
Monday, May 31, 2010
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