Escape

Sarika, Pure Reflections

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

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