poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
the Blue Moonlight has Shone itself upon my Window,There is light in the Building,This Moment right Here,and there are Flowers growing in the Place of where Lamps on Wallpaper should be,Flowers: growing, morphing, unravelling, blooming,Flowers flowing like Confetti,Blossoms, pink and soft – white,As if there is a Birth. There is a Cot,A Calm blue in […]