Your words are
Like those winds
That stir turmoil
Into the depths
Of my dark soul;
Blowing typhoons
And hurricanes,
Shattering the
Calm within.
But it's a chaos
Which I welcome:
For with it comes
The fragrance of
Your presence,
The melody
Of your dance,
And the soft
Damp caresses
Of your breath.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
