late love, with courage,
traced and faded with a foolish eye;
the redemption feels like fog, like frenzy,
like soft muted mornings I can barely long for
..............
I slink too easily like an array of cloud. .words
that once felt cotton
and kiss
.
love's ordained dream; stately
in its space between two breathing windows,
one open, one wanting to be,
watching for a poet
to write epiphanies in a prism
to add color to the soul of an inanimate creature,
such as myself,
caught in the loom of nothing to speak
of
........
I am lonely
for the innocence of sacred life
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POOR SOUL RICH HEART
PoetryHere is one my first piece of writing on wattpad "POOR SOUL RICH HEART" It's really helpful sometimes when you do what you love and deepen through your thoughts I'm a girl studying sociology I'm in my final year now. I'm determined to put my best...
