Mireille Eid

Petals

 

Shimmering gazes
glide an angry sea

Over there
only air

Air to gasp
air to sling
air to sculpt.

Empty, empty
like a rose;
it folds, it folds and folds
then,

In there
only air.

Air to gasp
air to sling
air to sculpt.

to sculpt.

 

©Mireille Eid

  

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