Tonight, I'll sit on the
window sill
and then I'll be swept away,
beyond and afar
I'll be there in that
garden you took
me to
I'll walk with lillies and
daisies, with rabbits
and foxes
I'll run with the wind
and chase the
clouds
I'll sway to the rhythm
of the grass
and trees
Then, I'll see you standing
there...
and hope to wake to you
with me.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoetryWhat happens when the image of self is lost? Where does one begin to look for their 'self'? Broken Pieces is a collection of poems that explores and addresses the emotions that make us human: love, the absence of, and the discovery of love for self...
