It breathes

I am poetry without words Just a body that breathes Just a table that breathes Just a white paper that breathes Just a pencil that breathes Just a cup that breathes Just a flower that breathes Just this room that breathes. That’s all. ©️A. Garden, Feb 2019

We are

We are light threads Stretched between sky and earth Like a giant lyra Vibrating under cosmic fingers. We are boxes with precious jewels Carefully kept by artist lapidarist. We are tubes of million colors Entwined, never blended. We are white silk veils' dance Frenetic or mild, hypnotic ballet. We are tiny bottles of spring trees’ … Continue reading We are