Veiled by shadows neath verdant timbers,
woolen skies’ tears dissolve to mist.
Fears immured by fragrant breezes,
doubts enfold with tendered kiss.
A promenade from frond to bloom,
a gentle nudge down path unknown.
Through sacred sites, its secrets saved,
this one she takes–she takes alone.
Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
Great poem! Would love feedback on my new piece ‘look at me now’ 😊 https://malisehoney.wordpress.com/2017/05/04/look-at-me-now/