the warm wind filled her dreams, while she dreamt of what she was missing her eyes shined and her cheeks blotched the stars whisper a soft hello in her mind. her hair gently floated, the breeze playing with her locks the beasts in her head nuzzle softly against her skull tired she watches the stars guarding them in their slumber collecting her crystal tears to make a chandelier her shadow twirls in the dandelions catching fireflies underneath the violet sky stitched together as a blanket for the night.
I don't remember writing this, but I found it in my drafts. Written June 4th, I love this poem, and I think I could call it one of my favorites. It didn't have a title, but I was able to create one. I hope you enjoyed, and have a lovely week.