Elly Grey

  My tree is in bloom,  Flowers anew.  My skies are for you...

  We all have stories.  We all have been to war.  We all protect our peace.

 A box full of conditions. Who said unconditional love exists? A lie.

A dull pain.  Words unsaid.  Never heard.  A thud. A hushed voice. Misunderstood.  A broken ache.  

 In drops of water In the light of the moon  In the flight of the bird  I look for you. 

Moon crescents, the sound of rain, the smell of jasmine flower, the glow of lamps, the hum of conversations in restaurants, the flatness of water in a bay, and saltwater on my skin and a photo asked for of snowflakes 

If I wished on every single one, I'd eventually run out of dandelions. If I'm out of dandelions, I can't wish anymore but...it's a good thing then there are ladybirds, shooting stars, 11.11s, eyelashes and cattails.