Little Robin,
I've such a home in my heart for you!
Made of veins which you could pick at when it suits you best.
In the dusk-light of my insides, it is cosy in my chest.
They tell me it's a tumour but I say no - that's robin's nest.
I've such a home in my heart for you!
Made of veins which you could pick at when it suits you best.
In the dusk-light of my insides, it is cosy in my chest.
They tell me it's a tumour but I say no - that's robin's nest.
www.microfiction.blogspot.com copyright Lisa Falzon 50-word-poem
these are amazing. amazing. i hope there is a book in your future
ReplyDeleteThank you chick :)
ReplyDeleteThere'll be some sort of something in the future that's for sure!
Finally something impressive to associate with the beginning of a new year.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, this is my favourite so far! If there is a book, I want to preorder!
ReplyDeleteMissing you of late! And I adore this one.
ReplyDeleteMissing you of late! And I adore this one.
ReplyDeleteI'm working on a microfiction-related project, Euphemia! It'll soon be posted about on this blog.
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