Two
Flower Vase (Winter)
Not for water does the dream come true. Unless as it falls the sky turns blue. So far to stare within its depth. I gaze into the things it left. Against the earth. The blue cascade. Of blowing drops. So sweet now made. A voice pronounced in verb and rhymes. The time now ripe. Steps into my mind. For all is blue. My heart now sees. A blue tinged sky in front of me.
2021
Other
Poetic
Flowered Leaves
2021
Other
Poetic
Two
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.” ― Anaïs Nin
2021
Other
