drive

even now, your thoughts give
glitter to my air, scratching
with free verses, some deeds,
where once, we allowed us
to paint strategically, our word
with tints rooted in our drive

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

Say