💔 heartbroken 💔

Most of what I wrote during my travels was impromptu, I’d look at someone and write. Simple lines such as:

“She is a lover and a nourisher, yet she is woman who knows exactly what she wants”

Most of what I worked on during my travels is considered impromptu writing and on the go, blending what I see with words. It’s quick, an exercise in people watching.

She captures the spectrum of heaven’s light in her rounded eyes, shaped like a full moon and dotted with the pearl of Venus. Her cheeks are dipped in the rose of apples, and her voice is mixed with the essence of honey dew.

His body rises with the sun and sets with the velvet twilight in the west. He looks to the horizon and senses his forever, appreciating the hours when the world is asleep and he can delight with what few others can see, leaking into every frost and feather.