The soul is a firebrand when she sings from the sky. Some of what she sings falls into a poem. The rest lightens up our hearts.
[I dreamt up this line when imagining a bolt of lightning hitting a poet.]
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The soul is a firebrand when she sings from the sky. Some of what she sings falls into a poem. The rest lightens up our hearts.
[I dreamt up this line when imagining a bolt of lightning hitting a poet.]
I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture. View more posts
