Nymph
A poem
Published in
Oct 30, 2020
A nymph bathing in divinity,
you never leave my mind,
along with your symphony,
that leads me when I’m blind.
You found the end of my world
and rebuilt it so it was infinite;
cleared all that was blurred
and made me a little less cynical.
Flowers grow where you’ve stepped,
the air you breathe out is luminescent.
You have taught me how to accept,
to respect and appreciate my essence.
