la passion d'un poète
Prophetic becomes every word. Every thought be it written, succumbing to the ink that weeps between sacred lines.
An undeniable, irresistible reality. So precious. As deliberate as the intended air filling desperate, expecting lungs.
Wonderfully relative to the emotional scent of refreshing grass against the violent breeze, delivering relief to parched skin laying in wait.
The goosebumps that tingle, so joyous. Such a loving reminder that the calmness of rain in the most barren of days, unmistakably, sunshine is but a majestic guarantee to a weeping soul.
(2014)
In darkness, there is always light <3
