My Diary: Tumbling Shapes

After pulling myself off a lady’s tiara I went out in search of the wisdom of ancient trees.‭ ‬I listened to the sound of blue birds‭ ‬-‭ ‬I noticed they had scraps of paper hidden in their feathers‭ ‬-‭ ‬and I saw the containers where the sighing leaves were kept.‭ ‬Aimless people wandered into gaping wounds in the martyred walls.‭ ‬In a revelatory mood‭ ‬I came home carrying a bag of diamonds which would metamorphose into lumps of coal when squeezed.

Tumbling Shapes

Tumbling Shapes


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