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..

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