My nan and I, aged 93, and after a fall, succumbed to Dementia 💓 your sweet scent lingerstrapped in pores of translucent skin,the colour of your eyes,blue like the sea,start to wash over me…i…| Brazanne Muse
belly laughter bubblesinto nonsensical gigglesthat form magical moments,where words tangle into splutters and snorts,tumbling waves squeezetrickling tearsbetween strangled breathsand overstretched …| Brazanne Muse
Morning coffee…daily habit I can’t break;I crave its strong aroma,hot liquid taste upon my tongue.As the fragrant beans grind down,my mood and eyelids lift,perfectly set until midday,I …| Brazanne Muse
Natural beauty displays patterns,held in open symmetry.Mesmeric art unchanged, re-birthed,from one life to another.Eyes or signs of stepping stones,life trod then wings bore flight.💞Suzanne A sijo,…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Tirachard Kumtanom on Pexels.com Learning new languageis complicatedI break down the soundsFix them firmly inspare space in my headthat’s so far withinI rarely venturebut once I begi…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com So tired,I wait,for rest to comeI meditate to sleepThe door to dreams remains unseenbut I know it lays between,the moment that I falland awaken once againBut memo…| Brazanne Muse