💘 After The Glitter Fades 💘
Circles of hills closed within, at the base
Of each hill flows white mist.
Dripping dew drops hang from green leaves,
Bushes found here are not topped.
Here in that room without any walls,
Empty spaces in your other place.
I can't hear the world inside of my head,
Everything's changed except me.
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love,passion