EquinoxA Poem by KaleaValley lilies kiss her winter-blushed skin, Birthing of pastels and morning song birds Become an invitation to breathe. Her sun shares its melody As his winds waltz along. Kiss me your lilacs, she calls Across barren curves of silk. Carve our names into hollow bark, And brace the turning of Earth Against the fragility of delight. © 2019 Kalea |
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Added on June 5, 2019 Last Updated on June 5, 2019 Tags: Spring, Equinox, Love, Relationships, Nature |