poems jade October 1, 2013by heather anne a drumbeat pulsing rushing to climb the jade vine hands stained with colour 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 this 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...
You can feel the thudding pulse.