A feather softly landed.
Let it lie.
‘Tis an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss.
When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
Let it lie.
‘Tis an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss.
When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
your poetry speaks to the soul. thank you.
mm, thank you Maha for listening to what you hear more than what I “say.” I claim nothing as my own, but gratitude for your connection and inspiration.