Henrietta.O : Poetry!
This piece was originally culled from Henrietta. O’s substack Leave me at the summit where my dreams are a waltz of absurdity and truth where my eyes bask in colours Rich and somber As I sit atop mountains afar Where all I see are but illusions of being Where time ceases and nature exhales forcing out the demons Taunts and incessant screeching Let me lose myself stargazing Tracing constellations as I drift away cradled gently, softly nestled in my mother’s arms As I remember the gentle breeze weaving through her hair filling the room with sweetness of childhood til the crimson sunset To be Continued on Substack..