You’re like my favorite path
Abundant in new beauties
Often when I’m restless, I lace my worn out shoestrings
I think of you and stroll
Sometimes I’m discreet, other times so bold
Blundering through the brush
Through flowers and through brambles
Sweet sensation of the cuts
Sweet vision of the blood reds, raining among violets
I nurture what I love, whether it is bright or violent
“Sweet vision of the blood reds, raining among violets” … that is a wonderful line.
Thank you. Glad you’re enjoying my poetry.