To be free as Poetry
like flowy rivulets
of one verse after another
every word an amulet
wrapped under these
feathers of ivory
where stanzas become wings
a graceful waltz against
every storm that's coming
Roses of red
like sharp
blood-stained blades
marks a Poet protective
of a territory tumultuous
where there lies beneath
her quietly owned sacred
oyster of peace.
17/9/25 6.16 am
#lovingmyhenna🌹













