🌸🌼Beauty🌹🌻
Pink blossoms in May,
Soft petals in June.
Pink and soft they lay,
They'll be dry soon.
💖💞Love 💝💗
I placed my will
In love's warm embrace.
I'll brace my feet
For the soft cushions
And the thorns.
🙌👊Strength✌👌
When the ghoul sea breeze blows;
And the ice thaws,
I'll be flying in the dreary clouds.
I'll fly low with the seagulls.
The drab colours
Will make us feel alive.
YOU ARE READING
Drums and sands
Poetrylife through the eyes of an African child. Her transformations, her visions. Those things we can never 'unlive', sights we can't 'unsee', those things make us alive; US!
