Chandana
@chandana.bsky.social
A drop of nostalgia added to the goblet of words, I paint dreams for the dream catcher to read.
This morning dawned on me,
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
January 12, 2025 at 3:43 AM
This morning dawned on me,
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?