Zahra

Zahra Apr 23

Rotation

In a womb of time, we grow,
and heal,
where blood filled vessels
provide foresight into what's,
destined for us.

Zahra Apr 23

Grief

An angel who holds a glaring lantern
For me, in the tunnel, before I see the light at the end.
She's my mother;
Nature couldn't replace her aura.