Scattered Thoughts
Scattered thoughts
scratching the paper
poems written in red ink,
pretty breaths and blue skies
reminding me of crumpled sheets in the morning
this is what gets me to write
prints made by your hands,
while my skin whispers:
my love for your comes from the depths of the ocean...
and when you’re away
I create
and recreate
my stories.
Copyright © Denisa Spiridon | Year Posted 2021
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