In rebirth, touching feet to frozen ground you watch the world begin again as one. Encased in amber, raise your hands to touch
By Molly H Anderson5 years ago in Poets
you have studied the patterns carved by the condensation that trails down your glass, leaving rings on the countertop and
And I am made of resonant colours. Here is the petal-pink of my cheekbones, the night-blue veins that decorate my skin.
