
There’s a space here for you
Inside the beat of my life
Whenever the day hushes into dusk
Patiently waiting
for starlight to shimmer
And the moon,
as passages of cycles murmurs soft and low
Holding our heaviness
My eyes will roam each constellation
Chest held in warm ache
Searching ad infinitum
Until grief’s fingers pluck wildflowers
Scattering into wind
Each bloom a soft dynamite of impossibility
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.




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