I think it’s beautiful
that you cry.
When all unravels,
it is your Soul
that speaks
in elements.
To Earth, She calls
when you fall
to the floor.
One hand on the terra,
one hand on your heart—
a reunion of friends
that have been kept apart. View Post
“I love you.”
Three
simple words.
Two
simple people.
Stripped down and bare
like two souls getting in touch.
We could make it extravagant.
Florid and voluptuous of words.
But we leave it a testament
of us.
Like birds
in a bucolic setting.
Like the crisp breeze
in a country dwelling.
Rare, and simple, and natural.
Bare, and simple, and factual. View Post
