exquisite dryness
releasing juices
all from
a onion
from underneath
yellow paper
skin
focus consciousness
woven with
fate, cut
the thread
set thing's
in motion
whimsy is
seductive
especially to
young minds
enabled to
see your
shape, humbles
my heart
when you
say goodbye
under the
silver moon
maybe you were
right
maybe I
was lonely
alone with
stardust and memories
you'll never
know if
you don't
know by
now
my sunlight
and my moonlight
you are
in unexpected
ways
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
No comments:
Post a Comment