Soft as a feather you touch my soul and capture my heart.
In the heat of summer grows this frosted plant. It gives no threat of "winter is coming" and challenges not the rainbow splashed blossoms of deepest summer. In the midst of the busy hues of summer it stands beautiful in its absence of color.
Does this spiral draw you in? Or does it spin you out?
Sometimes love pulls me in, tighter and closer! More intimate and intertwined! Sometimes love is so wild it spins me out uncontrollably. |
AuthorJosephine Meyer is a writer, dreamer, and friend (the order varies with the moment.) Archives
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