during the storms
all you have to remember
is the sweet smell
of the new spring air
when the blossoms first open
and the feeling
of the warm sunshine
kissing your bare skin
a promise for better days
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poesiaour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
