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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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
This is really stellar!
Thank you, dear Rob. ☺️
You are welcome Phoebe!
‘…silvered braids upon a wounded soul…’ Great image, lovely poem, Phoebe. Thank you for sharing it with us! 🙂
Thank you, dear Timi! ❤️
Pleasures of the world true beauty created by the Father. Great expression of His creations Hugs and much love sent to you.
To you as well. ❤️