9.november
the warm folds of my bed
high overhead disappear into the sky
as I land safely on the ground
the earth is lush beneath my feet
I cannot see, but the soft moss
invites me further on
the darkness is calming
following the scent of roses
through this wondrous oblivion
butterflies flutter by
caressing my face with their wings
tickling the lashes of my eyes
the secret unravels as
I walk onto the petals of roses
and drink from their soul
but terror blows its icy breath
on the back of my neck, my feet frozen
wondering where the thorns are
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13 years ago
1 comment:
it was a dreamy escape until the last part, I like the part about the butterflies
I just awarded you this
enjoy!
lissa
(just writing words)
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