A Drawing and a Poem
Untitled
2019
Pen on paper
Jaundré M. van Breda
A Touch of Death
Hold me in your arms,
your wings are so white.
Kiss me in the dark,
your darkness is light.
But now I must leave,
I must leave and let go
of everything I once knew
buried 'neath the snow.
Jaundré M. van Breda © 2019
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Pretty poem, and the drawing feels as if we're looking past a diamond wall, where someone we had used to know sleeps......
Thanks, Lise. I hope you're doing well?