TealpandaArtifacts

The white clouds a plane had left behind Draw a line across the wide azure sky Always no destination / Always a continuation As if it knew what tomorrow is like I breathed in a shallow breath that filled my chest As a soft summer breeze blew against my hot flesh I remember it Bound before the future, these restrained hands and feet A small voice so meek had broken them free So nostalgic, I wish to scream all the breath out of me In this one and only life, in this midsummer light By your side, swaying, as the sunbeams stream through the leaves Still at rest, that white ball Scattered by the wind, those flower petals The invisible river whic