enchanting sorceress
spreading
silver swirls
weaving
a luminous lattice
to hold
the vanishing
sky
forlorn fragments
descend
cover
the starving
earth
no
life
left
silent tears
rain
from her
blank eyes
lightly
touch
the jaded
soil
sink in
soothing
a promise
striking root
as she stands still
waiting
for
a
tomorrow
This really read like a spell of sorrow and quiet resilience🖤 She holds the fading sky, yet her tears sink into the earth, does she wait with hope, or simply because she must?
I love the collaboration! How fun. Beautiful, both of you! 💫