Catching feelings
The senses you yourself ignite
Honey-soft skin
under the blue
Shiny sky
My vanilla beans
spread across my beam
Their sweetness, too thin to hold my dreams
Almost breaking
I hold on tight to
something beautifully feminine
Like rosey- daisy
White, sugary,
buttercup flavored me
Savour the moments
I find myself draped in emotions again
Inside my heart
I keep an archive
Memories shaped by senses
Each one held closely
All for the self
I am becoming
About the Creator
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 23 hours ago in Petlife
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