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I don’t know if love exists as perfect as I have imagined it
Not perfect in the way most know it to be
But perfect to me
With muddy fingernails and chaos like autumn leaves caught up in a breeze
I have pictured orange coloured kisses that last a lifetime in the golden hour light
Minutes are frozen and only the moments tick by
I have seen us surrendered in the summer grass, cradled in the green
Daisies in my eyes, a drifting woodland dream
You hold me as the sunlight fades, out of the light and into the shade
Your lips just like honey lay
And taste of endless summer days
Angharad Jun 24
I love it when the long grass takes on the shape and sound of water
When the wind frolics through the green blades
And turns it all into waves
A gentle breeze turning everything into the sea
Angharad Jan 29
I planted a seed and it grew within me
Stretching and reaching with ease
I buried it below and now its petals show
A hint of colour at the seams
Angharad Jan 27
I was in awe and entranced
watching the dance,
of two lovers in flight
Slow and involved
I died there below,
envying the romance of the Red Kite
Angharad Dec 2024
After the storm I always fall back down to you

Skeleton leaves losing height

Weightless birds lost in flight

Resurrected feelings drifting back down to you
Angharad Dec 2024
I only really breathe in two places

I hold air in my lungs until I’m between trees or words

Alive only when the poetry of the world resurrects me
Angharad Nov 2024
How I miss that sycamore now. It’s gnarled and twisted yet perfectly elegant branches, crowding around me, holding me in my solitude.

Unconditional love that roots deep into the ancient soil of this place of moss and myths, surrounded me and pushed through layers of old leaves to get to me.

In that place, with those that live from earth, I feel welcomed home. Whenever I return there it feels permanent, a settled soul that had found its space in this, the damp side of the valley
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