cinderella (Remove filter)
0416 (06/12/2022)
0416
the buds of late spring
open and tentative
unflex their pods
like prayers unseen.
they touch moonlight
brushing in the occident
like dreams,
fleeting moments where
the impossible is made real.
reminds me of someone that dies
every night; a real Cinderella story
that refuses to settle on an end.
instead, we recycle those old sores
instead, we recycle those old stories
...
Sunday 12th June 2022 11:42 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Vigil
17 minutes ago
Sunshine on My study table
1 hour ago
Bethany Sallis on Beautifully Adorned
8 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on And then sadly, there was one-less!
8 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Out of our mortal hands
9 hours ago
Landi Cruz on Vigil
10 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Don't, Mowgli
17 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on I Am Out of Fashion
19 hours ago
David RL Moore on Vigil
20 hours ago
raypool on SUICIDE BOMBER
20 hours ago