8.
what is madness
the smell of orchids stronger than the smell of blood
how many pieces of glass embedded in my feet
i mustn't stop to look
no, i mustn't stop to look
i want these flowers
i want this sweet touch
risking life for beauty
risking sanity for love
a bit of hope covering my wounds
a bit of hope covering my wounds
~ Safiya Henderson-Holmes ~
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~