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Monday, December 19, 2016

Where Bluebirds Brood

Such happiness had I with you that
bluebirds brood and vie
to rest where once you whispered–
to nest among the shape where, a moment stayed your cheek–
to sing the air where scent of your hair fades–
and bathe in light that falls
where you cannot sleep.

– Teresa Kiplinger


See how I translated this piece into a silver enameled cuff bracelet here.


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