Thrown stones turned to diamonds when her hands were placed upon them. She could see the gold in every speck of dust floating through our polluted air. In the smallest of tear drops she could see entire oceans. She could feel love surrounding her in the darkest of rooms, she knew it was not what she could see but completely what she felt. She was the one who'd stare at the moon and remember every flicker of stars represented millions of hearts. Who had all felt the abundance of god and love of another. The caring hands of strangers.Those flickers in the sky were the same as we all knew earth as home. Everything of alchemy was made by the alchemist.. The best memories came from altruists. The ones with unwavering integrity, strength and truity..
@Irenic.blog
Page Forty-Eight
YOU ARE READING
You,Me, & The Bee
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, this book is relatively about Love in all forms! I think commonly when we refer to love we get a depiction of romance but as you the reader and soon to become Hopeless romantic love is so much more than just Romance.