I feel the air, Wafting above. Its a grey cloud, Hovering, aloft. You can’t hide it, From me. I feel it seeping in, My bones. And sometimes I, Become engulfed…
Category: Poetry
I breathe in the soil, That You’ve showered, With love and care. And underneath the moonlight, My knees bent, Breathing in salty nights. I hold or own nothing, Not this…
If it keeps on rising. Rise if it – If it keeps – Climbing. It keeps – Shining. Smiling Thank you Sunflower. Keep on – Smiling 🙂 ~S.H.~ The weekends…