A mother’s love is like the earth, The gravity of her love is priceless, Her soul is the land That shine within darkness , She brings life to light. Her orbit is devotion , Her voice is a tide of calm , The verb of her empathy is universal.
To heal I plucked grace within my soul-that was the first day of spring- like confetti splattered, knowing these parts would blend into a blissful departure.
ill choose to absorb the magnetic drift within - As the river I am cleansed-nourishment flows within, like a pond i am still- ripe as youth,I transcend .for my eyes are shrubs , deepen with ache- Half bent ,all ruined-clay me , mold me crafted I merge. ❤️🕊
All her colors seem to fade A Beauty decomposed , Yet her soul echo’s ; In a painted façade , She reclined to ache, With a sketched retreat, Her virtue became ash , In raptured canvas , her soul was stained , her mind too stiff, to a shaded foul
The deptht of my loves flows fluorescently , Like the ocean , I am calm. Drink within me! , My soul sails within you. Our passion is fluid, I am drawn to you, Swayed to your caresses The gravity Is unformidable ,