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
Beautiful words.. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
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That is beautiful, Phoebe. So I was going to say atmospheric but I’m not sure if that makes sense. It’s late and my brain is a bit fried.
xx Rowena
Thank you Rowena! 🙂 And don’t worry…I completely understand that fried-brain feeling… 😉