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