Escape

Deluge in my eyes,
tempest brewing in my soul….
Frost in my heart,
chill seeping in my bones…

Stupor in my senses,
Cracks creeping in my skin….
Thoughts, like a trapped bird
with broken wings…

No chrysalism,
No shelter,
No shade….
The warmth of your
pellucid smile
is my only Escape….

( Inspired by Eugenia’s word of the week… tempest…)

©Pure Reflections, 2019

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