She sang a song
of ice and snow
and dreamed of oceans
swaying slow
She swam through clouds
and flew near stars
Fell so proud
and dove so far

She was a sad harmony
A song she unsung
A silence unheard
A deed undone

She hummed a tune
of fish and birds
and bore with devotion
The beasts she herds
She swam through life
and flew from death
Fell from strife
and dove bereft

She was a sweet melody
A smile she unsmiled
A violence in violet
My hope she defiled

She sang a song
that twists the mind
and played my emotions
Leaving me blind
I swam near folly
and flew through sin
I fell in love
and dove right in

The laurel around their head
is considered a halo
by fellows wearing dreads.

How pitiful to have stereotypes for almost everything.

Colorful togetherness
Harmony in mellow shades
Resurrection of what was
Chances of love,
Spring of life
like a fresh newborn
Forgiving one another,
the key to all second beginnings.



Shell✨🐚

I only want a small space to scribble down a few lines of poetry that will endure forever.

paper covers history.

bent on layers

of time, pretending.