I know your streets, sweet city,
I know the demons and angels that flock and roost
in your boughs like birds.
I know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart.
I am your warrior daughter.
There are letters made of your body
as a fountain is made of water.
There are languages of which you are the blueprint
and as we speak them the city rises.
by Elka Cloke
I know the demons and angels that flock and roost
in your boughs like birds.
I know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart.
I am your warrior daughter.
There are letters made of your body
as a fountain is made of water.
There are languages of which you are the blueprint
and as we speak them the city rises.
by Elka Cloke
Thank you, Erin, for introducing me to my latest stay-up-till-all-hours-of-the-night-reading addiction. What can I say? I have a soft spot for the young adult fantasy genre. Apt that I am talking about a series called TMI, eh?
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