words create worlds
Peeling the first dark purple layer (so thin and ready to become the wind) dispersing clouds, (apparently! do not get tricked) knowing that it hides the tears deep inside (transcending grief and sorrows and stories of this kind) until the sweet revealing core of truth is reached. Patiently peeling the unknown slides of time (while
A drop of you, a drop of me, instants dripping through the unexpected heat. Surrounding us diaphanous fairies of fate in circles merging colors- a bit of blue, a chunk of red, into the blank of white, the time we never spent, a cloud, some memories submerged in the unknown, the present rose, a present
The day is leaning on the flowers
reborn, as spoken by the lore,
so bloom your eyes into the spring of hours
No need to drown into the well of fire
to know the vastness of the ash
