Diffused in haze, pristinely breezed
dances autumn amidst the blooms.
A frore caress, its moonlight kiss
beneath the cloak of a morning dew.
Misted rainbow, painted frost-
chilled whispers of a promised hope.
Silvered winds through golden skies
weave bouquet upon a kindled soul.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
I do love this!
Tamara <3
❤️ ❤️
Beautiful work!
Thank you! 🙂
And I learned a new word, “frore”.
🙂 🙂
Really pretty language. 🙂