for the cynic.
"and the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea."
to love with ease, perhaps, is the
feeling of a ray of sunlight;
the warmth that prospers as it so clasps
your outstretched open palm. from the
cracking, crumbling dust of the earth,
flowers will blossom, bloom, bow and
bask, when, iridescence! moonbeams
emerge and shine and gently kiss
your fingertips. so is love, the
one; the glittering endless sea.
[28/04/2020]
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stream of consciousness || poetry 🍯
Poetryan amalgamation of my arbitrary poetry, written in moments of polarised emotion. an exploration of severity, of adoration and its juxtaposition, and of myself. a journal of journey. 17/02/2021 to --/--/20--
