Deluge in my eyes,
tempest brewing in my soul….
Frost in my heart,
chill seeping in my bones…
Stupor in my senses,
Cracks creeping in my skin….
Thoughts, like a trapped bird
with broken wings…
No chrysalism,
No shelter,
No shade….
The warmth of your
pellucid smile
is my only Escape….
( Inspired by Eugenia’s word of the week… tempest…)
©Pure Reflections, 2019
LIVING THE DREAM 