Hanging Branches

Beig in a romantic state of mind.

Emotions moving are the falling leaves.

Body and soul's free release, the morning heat.

Time touched by the powerful hands of love.

Branches dangling, tantalized by its breezy wings.

Trickling from the vines of life is our dreams.

  • Author: AgingWings22 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2022 17:36
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery
    of that interconnectivity
    in all-things, 'matter'
    your metaphors picture..
    a lovely read, thanks for sharing

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