desert heat waves
and so…
gathering memories amidst
falling scrapnel
i turn
my hard shell back
towards
grey pellets…
and squeeze
my eyes
shut,
huddle in falling leaves
’til
Clematis vines and twines around me,
‘and my nose trusts
the smell of honey again
slowly
my eyes open
to blue skies and swallows and doves and
once again
i look for
love
Highly alluring poem, written in quite grace. The words matches the mood vividly and with assurance. Well done!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Beautiful. I love it. I love the picture. I wish I was traveling on that lane right now.
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….:)
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