Time, place and people
Take us to the city of anomalies
Yet the sweetest songs remain to be savored
A cup of coffee among the scattered pieces of family recipes,
Boxes of ephemera –
Old photographs, scented love notes, tainted postcards,
Vintage leather-covered books of golden verses,
Wind-Chims are tickling on the porch.
Being in the moment,
I feel gratitude
I feel gratitude
YOU ARE READING
It's Beautiful, Kintsugi.
PoetryYou're imperfect, incomplete, and ephemeral. You're truly beautiful.🧎🏼♀️