Moment of truth. Bougainvilleas on grass. A visible absence. I was searching― you in poems. Your fluid eyes. My moon-clouds ready to crash on the land. In my cupped hands I collect the tears of the sky.
beautiful and solemn images here that exist on the edges of emotions. - slc
"tears of the sky"
beautiful and solemn images here that exist on the edges of emotions. - slc