I write on vellum with sea-scalloped edges.
Birth blueness is everywhere, that particular nascent colour.
You bring the simplicity of writing with you.
While I wear a cloak of flowers, a shower of roses, lyrical, fragile birth, beauty, this flowing cape of words
That the goddesses of the seasons have woven for us.
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Botticelli's Birth of Venus hangs in the Uffizi, in Florence. It was painted in 1485.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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