• anavil 23w

    The scent of nature scatters in my breath.
    I feel a strange hiraeth.
    Unwinding, unleashing the trapped existence.
    The winds slowly pass through my own mind's resistance.
    I follow the moon and find, that even in the darkness it wanders with some light.
    The sunlight melts the frozen heart.
    And the heartbeat gets a new start.

    ©anavil