Photo by Dmitriy Ermakov on Unsplash
write your breath into
the frosted night, let me read
your soul by starlight
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (11)
This is beautiful!
Oh this is an awesome angle on the sky-ku.
Oh my. Winner!
this is the winner for me. SO FREAKING GOOD
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Oh my, that's gorgeous! SO well done, my friend!
I have a blowing noise in my head reading this
Very unique. My favorite line, Let me read your soul by starlight ❤️
Oh, that is lovely. Really liked this piece.
Quite deep!
My breath is non existent now because you took it with this piece. I can imagine and see the breath with your choice of words ‘frosted night’ and that his soul might be illuminated by starlight. Such wonder, so vivid. It’s much appreciated especially when I repeat it.