Photo by Neven Krcmarek on Unsplash
clouds dance through stoic
trees, teasing needles grasp—you
can't tame feral hearts
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 (4)
This is lovely. I love the idea of the trees trying to catch the clouds. Well done.
Oh those happy-go-lucky clouds! I love that they can’t be caught 🤗
Whoa! "stoic trees" "teasing needles grasp" - awesome imagery!
I love the visual this sky-ku presents Like wispy melancholy memory