the pursing of brown lips
Earth as she inhales
feet which prance quietly across
the folding of pink hands
corners of a dark room, melt
by candle
billowing shadows
cast and crowded into Darkness,
who is holding hands with
Light
embrace of opposites
stark and subtle dance together
a fluid
one being, like a river
undeniably roaring
Such is the transience of anger and
flightiness of love
who call upon us
even in the scarcest of moments
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
the pursing of brown lips
Earth as she inhales
feet which prance quietly across
the folding of pink hands
corners of a dark room, melt
by candle
billowing shadows
cast and crowded into Darkness,
who is holding hands with
Light
embrace of opposites
stark and subtle dance together
a fluid
one being, like a river
undeniably roaring
Such is the transience of anger and
flightiness of love
who call upon us
even in the scarcest of moments
