tension
waiting for the breakdown
twilight
flickering
in unsteady
corners
shaded beads
drip into
gloomy waters
her frail body
moves in
dark waves
crashing
on pure shores
crippling
indecisiveness
slowly
brings her
down
the tension
becomes
raw
tangible
only
her pressing
breath
disrupting
the rigor
lost
in this
narrow embrace
she gives in
waiting
for the
breakdown
but there’s
no burst
to soothe
the friction
Stunning image!
Oh gosh, you did it again: I melted. So now you'll find me in the reflection of the lake, as a drop of water, or in the breath of a blackbird, or in a dream. You make dreams come true, you transport us in each of your creations to a magical dream. No wonder, since you are magic, wildflower. 🙏🌸🌹✨