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 X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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