worlds apart — hands in the garden – Anthony Gorman

swirls of girl- shook my world still showered high, bliss soaked sky- waving ribbons, tying bows on tiny gifts for me. longing whiffs drift to the heavens, soft, swift. i slipped from stiffest cliff, lost to savage seas- please, forgive me. © Anthony Gorman 2018

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