Sofia Karin Axelsson
A Blog about Writing, Publishing and Working Magic
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Bear walked over the field one night.
It was just before the fullmoon.
Love walked over the porch that night,
soft footsteps on silky soles.
We walked outside hand in hand,
bear's pawsteps still in the grass.
We both felt it, felt the heat,
the heat in the traces he left behind.
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