Winter breeze,
dancing eloquently to natures silent song.
A howling wind gasping for breath,
that flow through icy waters of unrequited love.
Whirlwind over fragile surface
hovering above oceans that carry deep mysteries,
chasing corners of every tucked in memory.
Encircling dormant trees with shallow roots
that lay beneath sacred lands.
Collecting secrets across generations,
in the midst of life’s peaceful stillness in previous storms.
The world runs on invisibility,
the most important and powerful things in life
are the ones you cannot see.
Intimate and universal,
a kindred spirit compared to a beautiful perfume.
Personal growth, inspiration, things that bloom.
‘Seeing is believing’ not entirely true,
for eyes that see the visible yet connect to the invisible
are the ones who see things through.
StephMoura 