poems jade October 1, 2013by heather anne a drumbeat pulsing rushing to climb the jade vine hands stained with colour Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
You can feel the thudding pulse.