005

she paused there,
a blossom nestled
among the leaves of speech.

 

006

out of the silence
answers arose,
nourished by need
and doubt.

 

007

she cupped the sky in her hands,
to better listen to the echo of her silence.

 

008

firmly rooted
in the soil of her longing,
the tendrils of her gaze
grew far beyond her field
of vision.

 

009

her fragility was not a weakness,
but the secret to scattering joy
with each breath.