Many thanks to my wonderful friend Mr Who for helping me with this one.
Days In The Blackberries Field – Days 24, 25 and 26
I am playing with my thoughts.
They are like a glass ball,
falling on the floor breaking into pieces.
My eyes are a desert,
without water,
without oases.
But my lips, those crazy slaves of heart,
are still kissing you ravishing and wistfully
as if they’ve never kissed you before.
My soul is the prison where
the pain puts cold chains on her,
and every day squeezes her harder.
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