poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The rose petals in my skin,Find themselves blushing,It seems there is a rush inside of me,Like a river over pebbles that collect in bundles,The water changes direction, It’s intensity, it’s shade of colour, it’s flow,Performing a dance for the onlookers of water over bridges,I am morphing,Not only through growth,But pockets of tulips have found themselves […]