If in short nights I cannot dream over fragrant fields I will only live vibrantly and hot. I will be the pale furnace in the corner of the night that congeals the colors. The day has melted, including gold, lemons and terrible passions. I will commit the crime of turning pastels radiant and breaking lovers shoes too accustomed to darkness. Thank you
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:29
I will be the pale furnace of the night that congeals the colours of the day. That part was just exquisite. This whole poem was exquisite. And it was a gorgeous strawberry moon. I don't know how you do it. It's a constant inspiration, but I love this piece. Thank you for sharing
Glenn Mann
@GlennPriceMann · 0:12
That is a really beautiful poem and I love that line. I will commit the crime of turning pastels radiant. That is wildly stunning work. Thank you for sharing
James Poulos
@Jasem · 0:15
Hardly anything is better than poetry about beautiful things and moons and strawberries are beautiful things. That was really great. Thanks a lot for sharing that beautiful poem