Poetry · Writing

outer world garden

heavenly scented winds

chase you

earth is envious

of your envious steps

missing the tip of their chin.

you didn’t belong here,

i think

i think you got lost

by a happy accident,

you spent your time

and bought everything.

your steps- heels up

chin up, wouldn’t show tears

but you knew

your road leads beyond this garden

(i can’t watch this part)

beyond this world,

stars will part the like sea

until you find m

where you belong