clouds shift in delight
to your tiny voice—urging
me to remember
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 (3)
thoughts with a hug my friend, beautiful writing 😊😊
This is so sweet and beautiful, Kristen! <3 Love this so much <3
Beautiful piece. A mixture of sadness and smiling innocence. Well done, my friend.