I see the roses in you, the delicate petals of of being human, the thorns of us have broken the chains, our feathers glide when darkness once wished to down the soar of our wings, feathers glide from loud howls, floating up to the place we call as truth.
On the muted music of the zephyr, the viridescent folks' dance and the fluffs veiled in white, sallow, and orange tinges glide in the mid-air. In this pristine swathe shield by a mysterious guard against intruders, there's no gravity to land from jovial vibrations.
Her feet as light as a feather At her own pace, moving at her leisure Her toes making ripples in the water Gliding over the substance as slow as a saunter She stares at her reflection as it ripples away She plunges her hand in and the water will obey Water trickles through the cracks her cupped hand Everything about it she can understand Her only friend, companion, that listens to her every demand Smiling to herself, she feels grand ~17/3/21
Sometimes I like to imagine I have superpowers, but it's all just a fantasy.
i hate the way i tremble even as your knee brushes against my toe, as if a simple gesture was enough to make me fall again.
i hate the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you laugh, the way you talk so easily, words gliding from your mouth so distinguishable i can almost feel them land on my skin, like water droplets when it is drizzling.
you are dangerous, you with your delicate beauty like a wash of gold upon my eyes, like the lifting of a curtain in a dark, dusty room.
rolling and floating along the skyline are the clouds of the day clouds that can bring life to the earth below clouds that silently, glide through your line of sight clouds that rely on winds to empower them clouds that will soon be observed by another