Slumber.
Stars
curled ’round
my wandering thoughts,
ensheathed in oblivion serene.
Fears sway languidly,
cradled by night,
I surrender
to
its
embrace.
•
Infatuation.
Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
•
Oasis.
Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
•
Bridges.
• Santa Cruz, Bolivia •
Because we all need to cross bridges once in a while.
🙂
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