Wishy Waters

Gepubliceerd op 4 februari 2025 om 11:12


Me, and whom I ought to be
ripped by, risen from the sea
chewed through ropes, drifted free
going down, only to surface
and come up for air
in an abandoned place
dabble delighted
soothing smile on my face

the sun warms my wings 
while the wind blows em dry
deliberating if I even wanna go fly 
no need to decide
I allow me to hide
within my embrace
dawdle 
serene smile on my face

the space
of walkin' trough the golden gate
don't be late, just go
watching endless skies turn indigo
(as are my eyes)
and let it be so
know

I.A.m 

 


Wishy washy ring my bell
who muddied up the wishing well? 
I.A.m

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Ryolanda Woudstra
13 dagen geleden

Splendid!💜