September 06, 2020

#204



be safely cradled in heart cushions
dew-petaled cornflower
soft-mossed intimacy
searched by the gentle rain
craved by the restless wind
skimming the ripening fields.


(for D.)

2 comments:

lena said...

sometimes your words help carry the soul through the darkest of days. thank you for the beauty, always.

Martin said...

I am happy that they do but would be happier if those dark days would not exist. Wishes for love & light to you, dear Yelena.

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