micropoetry – Pieced By HB

time

there was a place in time when i lived in it.

— PiecedByBiko (@PiecedByHB) March 19, 2018

perhaps

when the moon settles

and the kettle’s

whistling mellows into

peppermint

we will chance to begin again

The trees are swaying across the skyline.

Dancing in the wind of the early afternoon.

To a rhythm played by a moving universe.

Still rooted.

But free.

I want something like that.

Photograph by Mahkeo

don’t be afraid to feel.

the feelings

that made you feel

to begin with.

we must learn.

we must grow.

we must become.

–reminders

the flowers have learned to bloom

towards the light.

even on the darkest days.