Jul 8
He stapled his shadow to the stars,
And stitched his dreams and scars
To the sky.
He buried his voice in the clouds
then taught the mourning shrouds
how to cry.
And stitched his dreams and scars
To the sky.
He buried his voice in the clouds
then taught the mourning shrouds
how to cry.
A quiet poem—where silence becomes speech, and pain is sewn into the sky.
