
my muse lives in the wind
and under my skin
bleeding ink over a transparent sky
thin
and rough
around the edges
where the ambit of life is known
and unknown, and
we practice returning the love weโre shown
Photo by ractapopulous, Pixabay

my muse lives in the wind
and under my skin
bleeding ink over a transparent sky
thin
and rough
around the edges
where the ambit of life is known
and unknown, and
we practice returning the love weโre shown
Photo by ractapopulous, Pixabay