Daisy and the fields

my body is a quiet place
it's about flowers stones a silent theatre
green threads of the blue sky

wet body of motifs and beautiful soft wildflowers

today,
the mind wanders for a soulful soul
a shade of velvet love- making,
golden embers, a glint of partial sunlight

my limbs are imagery, as if
my hands my poetry
this womb, a season of creation,
like sea, quickly as breath.
Stars of piquant desires.

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

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