perhaps we fly
is it a pulse in our brain,
or a vein that was popped?
perhaps our hearts stop
upon the sight of the one we love,
and then we turn into a dove,
spread our wings and take flight,
going gently into that night.
Luka.
is it a pulse in our brain,
or a vein that was popped?
perhaps our hearts stop
upon the sight of the one we love,
and then we turn into a dove,
spread our wings and take flight,
going gently into that night.
Luka.
Hey @lukakorba, it's been a while since I reached out but I am always following and reading your poetry, always. You are an inspiration to me. I curated you here: https://steemit.com/curation/@rensoul17/speak-to-me-in-poetry-a-steemit-curation
Well wish we could fly like the bird and get rid of all the tense in our life :)