I think of her
in tiers
clouds and sky
and sun
and obscure
thoughts
and tangled
words
butterflies
with wide daisy eyes
and secrets
unheard
a nymph with
quiet lips
a rainbow
from storm to
light
like the
colour of music
which echoes
of church bells
that fly
through the night
i think of her
in tiers
with her eyes,
cheeks and lips
and sunsets –
pressed
against my heart.
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