i am full of flowers
dip the thorns on my skin
and let it stay for sometime.
let the butterflies come out
upon your fingertips
to my crescent moon nails—
collect all the petals
and until i am not full.
not enough.
March 17 (10:54pm)
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
