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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