the voices of love
or the mumblings of gossip
in hushed undertones
what is happening
liberated of myself
i murmur in sleep
' pregnant ' / HB - 14
the womb of the night
holds unlimited twinkles
till the birth of dawn
her heart is broken
the contract must be honored
surrogate mother ..
original / zg
both the verses were lovely...my favorite was the first one...
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i murmur in sleep"
:)
many thanks ..
ReplyDeleteThat womb....Oh, my. Gorgeous. tender.
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