Look at your wrist,
do you notice the blue veins
that sit below the surface?
do you think of how beautiful they look,
striping your insides in a
netting of indigo hue?
veins that run up to fingertips that
play a soft hum of heartbeats
that home an electrifying buzz of liveliness,
singing like a lullaby for the alive.
CZYTASZ
Starry night skies (completed)
PoezjaUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
