“The first bud of spring sings the other seeds into joining her uprising.” ― Amanda Gorman

 

“in the afterglow

of an evening rain
i lay down
in the grass
and think of you
my body aches
like an after-kiss
breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers
my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.”

― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos