一组短诗

Enigma

The little white bird in your hand
Speaks of words that I have never heard, but
Sometimes I understand

 

As the sun sets

I'm lost in its afterglow
as if this life doesn't matter anymore
as if walking endlessly
I will disappear with it
into the dark

 

 

Unlocking

bleeding
is part of unlocking
and pain
is the key
to understanding

 

The beautiful world she once built in dreams

now collapsed
should she rebuild or
let it go?

 

 

: picture-prompted