She flew away

Here is my entry for Hélène Vaillant's What do you see? at Willow Poetry of this week. She flew with everything that questioned her survival Everything that is SHE An identity, from ashes She flew away, a puzzle herself A solution so beautiful ~Ponnz

Drying Paint

At once, as the memories unfold How many shades will you hold? Into the eyes ravished with truth Heart murmuring unshaken trust I lost me Between beige and porcelain In the warmth of ivory skin with everything of our journey As your tone surface I lost me With wrappers and ribbons Canvas white, untouched Textures... Continue Reading →

Your Portrait

The paints will never merge. In those vibrant colours, gentle strokes and the texture of your skin, all I give is me. The You in Me. The memories we created. Between the shades of black, I cannot relive the past again. I don't wanna make another journey this year, living everything that made us and... Continue Reading →

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