The look of defeat upon my daughter's face
was enough to make my inner slumbering...

Seedlings waft, like Seedlings do
a morning dawn becomes a faceless...

I've grown petals, only to watch them fall...
like...

But she didn't.....
Failed written upon her forehead...

The brightness of your lights
Interrupted...

Upon a tale of twisted turns
the aroma of salted tears...

I've watched her for years now,
struggling to fly with broken wings...

When you gaze beyond....
where sunsets dance with stardust...

We truly are caligrafy-
wordy emotions dripping...

Colored crayons
scribbled messages...

What do you see, beyond the cracks of a broken...
All I see is the memories...

and it begins to snow.
I make frost hearts upon...