The Pulse of Rain by Alexandrina Karadjova
in the scheme of his soul
I’ve got not weightlessly, —
gravity is zero, yet I’m felt
silky like a petal of peony
pedantic and asymmetric
caught in its tender echo
crystallin gifted to sear till
the fragility of our longing
like the pulse of rain… untamed
despite the fact that I’ll wait…
in the scheme of his soul
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Steelings │ Kygo ft. Sasha Sloan

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