winged arch etched in the
horizon—transmuted by
a billowing sky
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (4)
Wow! What a stunning picture. Love your haiku 💖
Beautiful
NOW Good ❤️Thank you so much. .
Beautiful, Kristen! Hope you are keeping well too. It’s been ages. I’m really not on much these stays. Peace out! 😃👋