Sunday, 3 May 2015

"Amethyst or Discarded"

I want to be the balloon that sparkles

like amethyst, enjoying the sunlight -

but that's me instead:

the discarded carrier bag,

whose destiny

is decided by

each random gust of wind.

1 comment:

  1. You aren't the discarded carrier bag,
    you are the sun shining through trees.
    You are the warmth that makes flowers open,
    a song on the whispering breeze.(c)