there you stood, soft pink and silvery sheen
my cautious fingers trailed your glossy green
my thrilling lips lowered...
crackling and screams
ripped me from my dreams
combustion
visibility obstruction
but i searched intently for the withering weep
knowing it was only you and me
in this wildfire heath
if only i knew your name...
YOU ARE READING
protea
Poésie"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
