Clouds

Love forms in the shape of clouds
Condensation deep in mother’s bones
Fermenting the clay
It escapes the deepest hell
Rising into towers that I can ride
Like my spirit guide
But he’s alive…

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He was born to raise my awareness

Or maybe this is inception

Does anybody have their own identity or personality that they haven’t adopted or learned from somebody else?

Asking for a friend

When you still love him year after year

My coffee is normally half hot chocolate and cream 🤪

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