I try to find the words —
try to sculpt a form that shapes you,
but then I realize
our love is liquid …
and that everything I feel through me
also flows through you —
through my veins from a river :
hidden
rivulets of rhythm
or droplets in a lake
that ripple
into a complete
softness.
Like an ocean
blurs
pale to deep its blue
or brings the music
soothing
this neither me nor you …
It’s like
in the very act of me searching for you
I find myself
already held
in the arms of the rain.
(The type of rain that can say everything.)
Update: After writing this poem this morning a precious rain fell at my house the rest of the day. 🌧✨💙

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke
Absolutely beautiful
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Thank you, Lorraine. You are so sweet 💗
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🌺🌺🌹🌹🌷🌺🌺
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Beautiful piece 💖
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Thank you so much Aahana! 💕 I greatly appreciate your reading and comment 🥰
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My pleasure 🙂
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Beautiful words!
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Thank you so much, Kate ☺️💗
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Beautiful Katy💕💕
And your photos are always so aesthetic ❤️
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Thank you so much, Tanvi 💗 So glad you like this one! Always appreciate your reading and comments ☺️
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My pleasure 🥰
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