Stains of sorrow from ages past
capture frost within the haze.
A spirit scarred, of treasures stripped,
It yearns to find the way.
Haunted by a stillness cruel,
this wanderer amongst the trees.
Solemn, aching, silently–
she fades into the breeze.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
Hi PuppyDoc As she passed into another realm of existence! So Nice. Thank you for liking “Flock!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
🙂 🙂