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February 4, 2020 ~ liezel graham

i have lived an entire life

learning how to say my own name

as a gift.

— (i am) here.

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Photograph by Aaron Burden.

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i want to return to you at the end of a day’s wandering. . my hands filled with feathers from the lemon soft of a blue tit’s chest. . do you remember its song? . and seaglass, smooth like the inside of my wrist as it turns away from the sun, . to face you. . you are freedom and you are an anchor. . a map to the world and the way back. . i want to return to you, over and over, at the end of my wandering. . my hands filled with secrets and love. . — i want to return to you. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Simon Migaj. . . . . #liezelgrahamwriter #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #words #wordsmith #liezelgraham #iweepinink #spilledink #spilledthoughts #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #indiepoetry #indiepoet #relationship #love #lovepoetry #scotland #beautyintheordinary

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perhaps it was the shock of black on a raven’s hungry wing early this morning. . or the snow, born fresh and cold on the naked skin of my hand . that remembers yours, . and how it fits. . how they know each other, now. . and when the moon hung low and yellow over the storm-tossed north sea, . i looked for you. . my eyes wide to tell of all this wonder just fallen into my lap. . i looked. . but did you know, that i looked for you first? . — there are things | worth telling. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Jason Abdilla. . . . . #liezelgrahampoem #liezelgrahampoetry #liezelgraham #poetry #poetrycommunity #words #wordsmith #love #lovepoems #lovepoetry #loveletters #beautyintheordinary #naturepoetry #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetryporn #scotland #poetsofinstagram #indiepoetry #indiepoet

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