Blossom petals dance in slow circles like young love under a smiling moon.
Pebbles skip along the concrete with little effort to join the wind in its travels.
The leaves bid the passing breeze farewell as they gracefully sway.
A puddle holds the faint memory of a raindrop from the weeping clouds above.
Seeds glide through the air in search of a new home
The stump of a broken tree feeds the moss that grows.
The sun that's hot enough to destroy all, helps a delicate flower bloom.
Look close and listen carefully.
YOU ARE READING
I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
