Does she walk barefooted? she wants to lurk her way out in disguise, her shoes are too illustrious! she has dumped the salience that got her no good; she has dumped the grey salience.
the springy dawn has brought the basket of flowers and the sky has ripped the clouds of grey, she came out pretty fine , the sky! so blue , you can sift through the color; so blue, your eyes squint of its color, so she gazed to the sky and decided : I'll paint my self in blue may be... I'll rip my clouds of grey, I will walk barefooted!
There is so much joy and beauty flowing through all the colors of your words! It is as if you taught them how to dance.. and set them free from your soul... Wondrous!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
your review had warmed my heart and made me smile, thank you dear poet:)
And that is victory! Leave behind the spare baggage, that which weighs one down, and move on to the good!!
Excellent thoughts of renewal in spirit and attitude!
Every word that an author chooses to use says something about them. Though you may have imagined the "her" in this phrasing it is you, Latifa, that intrigues the most. What sky, what hues impressed upon your eyes... what meandering of thoughts etched a purpose upon your heart? This modest reader may only wonder at such things as it encounters a mind that delicately touches the boundaries of its own personal condition.
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..