a breeze forgets
the name of the flower
yet kisses it anyway
lingering like a secret
the petals cradle close
soft but blurred by time
the sky hums
in no particular key
still I listen
as if silence
might unfold a truth
the world once meant to say
The Creative Chic
Time blurs, a heart wide open sees! Nice share!
Yes, you get it 🙂 thank you so much!
You’re welcome, blessings!
Lovely.
Thank you 🙂