Loneliness is all a poet needs
her heart must be under her orders
and her creed
her decency is just true
you cannot color the saffron sky blue
and you have to let the white bird go
fly and conquer the endless and vast sky
her right it is to die
and come back to live
a magical life
in the…
I especially love the line, “her feet are on clouds and they are safest there”. ~ Janean
Turquoise Tangles 