Locomotion halts, end commotion & somersaults, snow peppers soul-vaults with tear-salt stains, a new shift wrings bones in rolling waves, sing alone when fled softness stings. Some speak from graves; none here dead, love wins, seek souls in holy ways #floem
Beginning anew, growing through slowly & surely and brimming with blues, bringing in flares of orange flame, singing on the stairs with a foreign name, it's a solemn game till you laugh in the flex of the common wave, love lingers in fingers & hexes my flourishing brain
#floem