Melting

In gentle way. Filling colors. Iris devouring. Mesmerized. Melting meadows. Between green glories. Amid your adoring shade. Quaking softly. You held my voice. With tender hand. They beheld only bracelets ringing. Hush you said. They walked away. While you thrilled flowers with potent sway.

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]