Light shatters with beauty
an iris to exude pieces
of a broken soul trying
to reach out and be free.
Lost in its fallen eyelashes
an eye sheds its fears like leaves
falling off a tree to winds blowing
hurt’s skirt exposing tragedy not nudity.
There a pair of browns ooze tears
bleeding luminosity on broken dreams.
Inspired by: "Broken dreams blow us in the wind and we shed tears that waste light we use to see a world no longer bright". Pasithea Anima Libera