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A poem by Richard Brautigan
The Second Kingdom
In the first kingdom of the stars, everything is always half-beautiful.
Your fingernails are angels sleeping after a long night of making love.
The sound of your eyes: snow coming down the stairs of the wind.
Your hair is the color of God picking flowers.
In the second kingdom of the stars there is only
you.
Richard Brautigan (1935-1984)
In the first kingdom of the stars, everything is always half-beautiful. Your fingernails are angels sleeping after a long night of making love. The sound of your eyes: snow coming down the stairs of the wind. Your hair is the color of God picking flowers. In the second kingdom of the stars there is only you
Richard Brautigan, The Second Kingdom
Your hair is the color of God picking flowers. In the second kingdom of the stars there is only you.
Richard Brautigan "The Second Kingdom"
The Second Kingdom
In the first kingdom of the stars, everything is always half-beautiful. Your fingernails are angels sleeping after a long night of making love. The sound of your eyes: snow coming down the stairs of the wind. Your hair is the color of God picking flowers. In the second kingdom of the stars there is only you.
Richard Brautigan
