Thrum.

Poetry abstract are with colors nebulizing from the center with sunflowers facing that center

Everyday
Thrum with yourself
break apart in a thousand hues
a thousand subtle hues more
and even more thousand sheer glimmers,
then barely perceptible
and then something
unknown and magical
terrible and beautiful








7 responses to “Thrum.”

  1. I loved how beautiful this one sounded. Although being short, it had so much packed into it. Loved this, Rafia! Had your magic all over it ❤

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      1. You’re welcome 🙂

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  2. Thank you for this. We all need to thrum with ourselves, fall into rhythm and step with who we are.

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    1. Yeah! we do, we do…its just we forget it sometimes…

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  3. Loved the contrast in the last two lines! ❤️

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