Soft petals swaying in a harsh wind,
Your glow commands my attention.
Not blinding but not pale enough--
To go unnoticed.
The bees flock to you, wanting to
Taste the sweetness of your soul.
The bank you sit atop floods from storm yet,
There you sit-- glowing a top your riverbank.
Yellow.
YOU ARE READING
Clinging to Unreachable Stars
Roman d'amourA memoir that centers on the idea of not only living through the seasons of love and life but the self-growth and exploration that comes with change. The book tells the tales of love, heartbreak, despondency and maturation over the course of 5 years...
