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.
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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/
Lovely poem.
Thank you kindly 🙂 🙂
Your #Journey is tough ! You write poetry in beautiful words . My Book on short stories : Journey from Guwahati to Machhiwara in 117 libraries in India , 3 in USA , 15 countries . Greetings from Chicago !
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Hi PuppyDoc. Life is a gamble where it will lead a mystery that will unfold before us like a summers day or raging storm! Thank you very much for liking my poem “Biting Wind!” Peace and Best Wishes. #TheFoureyedPoet.
🙂 🙂
Very nice poem, very enjoyable read.
Thank you kindly 🙂
yes we walk alone …fears and doubts immured by the pleasantness surrounding us …
Yes… 🙂 🙂
How beautiful…….we each do walk alone but with the help we need from above……
Love, Pam
Yes 🙂 🙂
Very nice. Sombre and full. Beautiful rhythms.
Thank you 🙂
I like this one, alot.
Thank you 🙂
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