Crescent beauty shaped by night
painting serenity that mystifies.
Eclipsed over meandering tears,
we roam amongst the trees-
a tranquil thought,
a troubled mind freed.
Tomorrow’s song, its rising morn-
a promise to dawn’s wider seas.
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Categories: Poetry by Phoebe
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Riveting. Inspires me to go on a boat ride in spring’s twilight.
Did you paint this? Its beautiful along with your poetry.
Beautiful picture. It echoes the bright hope of your lovely poem.
A beautiful, tender poem, Phoebe. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
And thank you for reading! 😉