I feel…

I feel the wind bellowing and brandishing

I feel the enamour clamouring my heart

I hear the music exploding and rising

I see my Dear One sharing the pain, the troughs, the innocence of new love

I remember the wide eyes of my babes, their dancing their skirmishes with image, identity. Their little legs hopping, jumping, skipping.

And now their withered eyes hateful and cold

I see the reflection of Him stirring , pouring,dancing through pots and pans, stretching to reach that unknown texture taste sensation

All for me because He loves me.

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