...that hold you
in tiny spells;
like poetry,
in tiny spells;
like poetry,
pictures,
or even fluid silences,
- time too, then
or love-
no, nothing as romantic
as you dream up;
just maybe, thoughts
that make your heart go funny.
does beauty do that
to you, ever?
cease everything
in you,
in wonderment;
the beauty of words,
of red ink,
of something dreamed
a thousand miles away,
reaching out to you?
does it?
does it?
- well, you do
Amazing. Absolutely loved this.
ReplyDeleteintriguing. :)
ReplyDeleteAayushi, thanks, girl. :)
ReplyDeleteSidra, glad you found it so. :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem!
ReplyDeleteRhett, thanks so much!
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