I’m a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl – Björk
She has left her Scandinavian bed,
her pillow filled with dream feathers.
Her braid is woven with oceans, earth,
skies and trees; it crackles with electricity.
Her eyes are pieces of ice that will not melt,
she is the forest fire in the shape of a girl.
I am not a silent poet 
There should be a “Love” and “Thank you! Thank You!” button.
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What a lovely thing to write – thank you!
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Great poem. Beautifully written.
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I appreciate that – thank you!
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