scented torches burn
smokey wicks surrender ash
hot cinders seed clouds
night stars welcome the cleansing
loving heat reaches the soul

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scented torches burn
smokey wicks surrender ash
hot cinders seed clouds
night stars welcome the cleansing
loving heat reaches the soul
Worth The Cold
Morning smells of rain -
I slept with open windows
letting in the storm
inhaling the brittle cold
my throat aches for it again
Tessa, (2021)
patch worn sleeves are faded cuffs shrivel, without buttons loose threads of many years tattered lining contains more warmth pockets still hold our memories
Prolific poet on X @jmadmart and Instagram. Inspired by the classical traditions of Love, Romance, Nature, Humanity, an...
Summer Citrus
Photo by Karolina Grabowska I lie on the couch, vibrations swirl in the air, my eyes land on you, a white speck on a white wall, contemplating permanence.
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I Think Of You Now
I Think Of You Now
Photo by Karolina Grabowska I think of you now, against the snowy backdrop, large brown eyes crinkling, hands grasping freshly felled snow, a mischievous grin spreads. I think of you now, wrapped up in a tight cocoon, your head on my lap, as your rhythmic breath soothes, Tranquil is my heart. I think of you now, cuddling our furry friend, in the next second, chasing him…
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Window to my soul
Window to my soul
Photo by Sindre Stru00f8m An open window, my eyes reach beyond the frame, watching the snow fall, hands warmed by a cup of tea, reminiscing about you.
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Paradox Somewhere in Philadelphia The deep stained lover,Laid amongst magnolias,Opening skyward,The wind settles with despair,Revealing Datura's bloom.
The "One"
Bits of rust peek through
It smells metallic, like blood
Love lockdown, the one
Perhaps forgotten, it hangs
Forlorn, Waiting, I wonder.
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