it waved to me and brushed the bricks of the crimson streets I walked down.
"Hello," It said. I smiled, it listened. I walked with it as it fell through crevices
of lush branches in the sky, leaving trails of orbs of warmth and glow painting the sidewalks
My friend came up behind me.
"Hello," I replied.
the orange light swept across the street and slept on my skin
its palms caressed the leaves on the ground
the sound of crinkled paper nudged by the breath of the wind whispered in my ears
It followed me home until we met the trees with dried chamomile petals for leaves
as I stood at my doorstep
blinded by its presence, it kissed me goodbye.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
