swaying yellow skirts
daffodils hush
the night’s loss
*
clop,clop,clop…
the moon bridge’s morning
petals over sleeves
*
the grown-up child
slips into
emperor’s new clothes
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experiences. –Emily Dickinson
swaying yellow skirts
daffodils hush
the night’s loss
*
clop,clop,clop…
the moon bridge’s morning
petals over sleeves
*
the grown-up child
slips into
emperor’s new clothes