Pink Earth

Dewdrops like sacred groves twirling on my parched lips, with lavender Twinings inside pouring muddle Serenity echo on the surface of once crooked window, the brutality is hidden lost, in the delights of frozen warm apple-pie. A loop of twinkle fields decorate the darkened corners of my throat, my white leg like a partner in

Fragrant words

the ink drop bleeds from my wound of the past how beautifully, it drops throwing my mask in the sheet like the vapours colliding the sky the exuberant eye-catching landscape  drip , drip it falls on the paper, from my breath to my leg from my mind to the tree that made this paper I give

Radiant Dreams

via Daily Prompt: Symphony I match the hollows of my empty watered eyes with the upcoming flowers, The dandelion dreams shall not die instead will have coruscating thorns in the symphony of a sweet puddle to become the powerful lantern of all times.