Birds nest in my arms,
On my shoulders, behind my knees,
Between my breasts are quails,
they must think I’m a tree.
The swans think I’m a fountain..
They all come down and drink when I talk.
When sheep pass, they pass over me,
and perched on my fingers, the sparrows eat,
the ants think I’m the earth,
and men think I’m nothing..Gloria Fuertes.
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper..View large for better impact…
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