poems fold August 22, 2013by heather anne fold my heart in half veins map an untraveled path origami life Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Dark. Vivid. Well, pump on down that path and flow through it. See what I did there? Blood metaphor. Anyway…. Reply
Some call it red 
Dark. Vivid. Well, pump on down that path and flow through it. See what I did there? Blood metaphor. Anyway….
plain paper dares
embrace love’s brilliant colors
when the master folds