Cleansed.
A
teardrop
drifts beneath
the shoal as river’s
waltz caress my
soul.
•
•
Stains of sorrow from ages past
capture frost within the haze.
A spirit scarred, of treasures stripped,
It yearns to find the way.
Haunted by a stillness cruel,
this wanderer amongst the trees.
Solemn, aching, silently–
she fades into the breeze.
•
Wishing you a beautiful day!
💜
…because sometimes, even during a storm,
somehow we still know that everything is going to be just fine.
🙂