The magic you're breathing,
It's poetry burning
in forgotten times,
in days already forgotten.
We're older but not
better persons.
We're gonna burn soon
inside dead memories...
I carry a piece
of time in my pocket
a frozen lake of lilies
obscure sorrow where beauty
no longer flows
condemned to self-preservation
a bottle of vodka
in substitute of your hand
songs that shatter like myrtle
as dawn breaks through rose glass
everywhere but here.
#vss365
the wind howls his name as if to wake a memory
a memory she buried many moons ago
the rain sings songs from evenings when we danced with love
she no longer dances with the same songs
move along memories from the past
i no longer
cling to your
yesterday's
#amwriting
her hands
gathered roses
her heart
gathered blessings
her time
spent with God
she breathed
pure gratitude
dawn held
fresh dew
upon her flesh
breeze of autumn kissed
her hair away from her aging face
she held every breath of life
like a mother
holds her newborn child
#amwriting
she held
fragile flowers
she sat
with silence
waiting for
the winds breath
to breathe
upon each petal
before taking
them away
to unknown
places
#amwriting
soft rose petals
in pretty bowls
once a bouquet
in an elegant vase🌹
scribbled words
on scraps
of paper
a poem
about love🌹
the rose petals
a reminder of love 🌹
husband grew a rose 🌹 garden for me 🌹
#loveletters💌
#amwriting#myphotos