Frosted stars
proclaimed by breeze,
a dance of farewell
before their queen.
Revealed by moon’s
glow in misted eyes
a wish reflected.
A longing…seeking
to be found.
Thread of secrets,
thrum of time,
silvered braids upon
wounded soul.
A queen
before her horizon
heeds the echoed promise
of a rising sun.
She smiles.
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I nominated you. 😉
https://silentfall.me/2017/02/09/a-special-thank-you-for-a-recognition/
How lovely! You’re so sweet! 🙂
ah, you have no idea how much I appreciate hearing that today! haha!
grueling day.
How’s your day going? I hope it’s a lovely one.
Hi PuppyDoc Such a smooth poem Thank you for liking “Predicted!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
🙂 🙂