Country-less soul
My mother carved my bones
out of the stones
of the country where I was born,
and putting a glass jar to my lips
she poured into my breast
the northwest wind she captured by the sea.
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Country-less soul
My mother carved my bones
out of the stones
of the country where I was born,
and putting a glass jar to my lips
she poured into my breast
the northwest wind she captured by the sea.
Continue reading “Country-less soul”