embroidering the recesses of my soul and capturing my nostalgia. And so it goes
whispers embroidering with the full range of feelings
want to escape from my chest to
sound flapping in the wind.
She wraps, fills me
mist and immersed me while I inmanta
his farewell to follow suit with
tears of blood.
seems that back away,
more I follow the path recalling verses
returning echoes to confuse and deny
absence to shake.
am there with open arms driven away loneliness,
to be reborn and feel free to love love to death.
