Poetry Reading | feathers fell

feathers fell a poem by Gwevera Nightingale hovered over every breath, crouched and broken; neverdeath underscored by Leach's lot, Love had smashed her broken pot stomping harder, more she cried; Love themself had died to pride back and back then back I went, farther still their fairest scent presence felt, and touch shared through, their heart was brightest; Love was true maybe sorrow seeped me sour while weakness wore them into glower spies were soldiers as they fell, so twisting knots, so borne the spell keeping things to toss away would teach each girl of what to say Love feels different — Love sees through Love was driving — Love was you Thistle And Thorned - Julianna Riolino Gwevera Nightingale’s Favorite Songs Get full access to Of Darkness & Light at www.ofdarknessandlight.net/subscribe