A Spicebush Swallowtail
sipping nectar all day
Summer time is here.

the sea fills me up till there is no more space for dying
thoughts turn themselves into a boundless edge
the wind tells me there is only wonder
seashells have forgotten the stories of the depth
my hands want  to rediscover their dreaming
wild birds try the geometry of the sky
and whispers they become

Maybe it's the stars in the sky.
Maybe it's hard to see you cry.
Maybe it's the sound of his voice.
I would listen if I didn't have a choice.
Maybe it's her smile that lights up any room.
It's magical how it gets rid of any gloom.
Maybe it's the joy and happiness.
Without all of you, there would be no bliss.
Maybe because my dream came true.
The published writer and poet is before you.
Just like things change within the seasons.
Proud to write number one thousand on Hello Poetry today.
One thousand reasons
One thousand poems

C@rainbowchaser2023

In war everything new
turns instantly old.
Children missing childhood.
Only tears and fears they know.

How can people
throw bombs and fire missiles
knowing innocent children are there.
Are we that bad?



Shell ✨🐚

the night is darker on your lips
my hips are dreaming while
your touch is searching for its meaning