🌊Solace
W o r d s
Nanda Regine
Words got stuck and my breath lost balanceMy eyelids grew tired and my heart felt tenderIt got difficult to calculate the emotions that I feelSo I compensated my debt with my dwarf-like temperWords tried to climb up my throat,My breathing tried to gain focusOnly to be washed away by silence,So I played a little tuneThe beat took hold of my wordsLike a couple hand in handThey started talkingThen they were dancing like crazed romantic foolsMy reflection in the mirror saw a thousand words spill through my movementsAs I danced along to the musicMy breathing finally grew heavy, heart went athleteAll emotions went running young, wild and free
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”