……..
That one gentle breeze,
felt hardly
by skin too trained,
for reality.
.
Doesn’t blow you away,
but makes a way,
for dreamy light
to touch your gaze.
.
Doesn’t speak to you,
but seems to say,
“Stay up this night
let the tears surface.”
.
When dreams don’t seem
enough
to fill hollows bereft
of love.
Loosen the corseted
breath of life,
and the barbed fences
of cold and strife.
.
Lose your strengths,
and weakness, along
the musical breeze
of a bittersweet song…
.
Let go of the weight,
of emotions ignored.
Let go of the tears,
and the wounds be cured.
.
Cry for each
unreasoned thought,
for answers yet
to be sought.
And don’t worry,
they world’s asleep.
You can cry away
and cry a lot.
………..
Love the restrained near breathless Victorian majesty..lovely, boo
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Victorian majesty?
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Well..Victorian references..corseted, bereft?? And a general restrained quality in tge piece that the period was known for.:Majesty was a bit of overstatement but I liked the sound of it so it stayed put😝
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This is amazing! Did you do the painting?
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would’ve loved to say yes.. but no i didn’t.
thank you, though. 🙂
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