Trumped 🤬

I need an emotional support blow up doll.

Mystic Garden

In Bob’s mystic grove,
lilies bathed in auroras—
secrets softly bloom.

Dragonflies whisper,
shaman’s cries heal ancient wounds—
flowers rise anew.

Chickadees singing,
past and present threads converge—
spirits’ song surges.

The Temple of Wanderlust

Marigolds whisper,
koi ponds echo lost love’s song
shadows drift away.
Silent rooms unravel,
where two souls weep in still gloom
love fades in echoes.
Venus sways gently,
beneath stars and tidal pulls
dreams sink in silence.

Finally writing again