SOFTLY, WE DRIFT

Written by: nette onclaud

We drift softly- -
hands glazing a window filled with stars
   where row of flowers bends its twirling hips
               and curtains lift the fabric of breath,

until we become keepers in springtime hours

    blaming the grandeur of moon,

and in the stillness of dusk
      when all blossoms turn to virtues
                  deepening the fragrance of the sky,
we will find each other on a cradle
       of roses in the shade--
        a breeze disrobes our pores

stirring the glow of fireflies blazed,

till darkness swallows our fog
      amidst a prism of framed moments
           undefined by any name, while we,

in April's bright pastel of a season,


drift softly- -



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By nette onclaud