Piece by Piece

Piece by piece In such piece you leave me, after I climbed the mountain, reaching it's highest peak, your aunt kept me warm with it's glow, kissing my lips with softness. your wind,y comfort, holding me tight. Now I sit in silence, listening to your echoes,. why do I crave your warm sands? to smell your fragrant flower again. caresse in it, lead me back to your petals of honey. soak me in your water. a refreshing drink. let me feel you again piece by piece. Dayna Nichelson ❤️