The Twirling Moment

Summer Hibiscus

Summer Hibiscus

The pen connects me to the moment,

The ghost behind the mirror hums—

A most enticing tune.

 

Words blazing fire!

Every coat of fear that recedes,

Reveals a vibrant unknown me.

 

Memories preserved in pressed flowers,

The flowers know it is not time yet…

When the air feels safe, is when you can truly breathe.

 

So much hidden and beautiful,

So many paths to travel…

The bedrock of the self,

Quivers in delight,

Twirls to the heavy beat,

Of summer!

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