Her soul wandering on the wind like a thief in spirit words outsourcing themselves from the hues of hurricanes dropping the metaphors from the sky On the lonely terrace where sprouting lilies were trying to escape from the breeze not knowing the dew drops were on the way of finding home while sliding through the thick tunnel reaching the elixir bottom weighing a ton of heavy tears like the oozing heart finding alms in someone else's poetry cuddling winds heartbeat to find her poem's rhythmic soul in the heaviness of her dropping heart. #awriteratalossofwords #wanderingsoul #thief #oozingthoughts #lilies #yqbaba #newwritersclub
