Immortalized
within counterfeit fibers
of a petrified forest
are your sorrows
weighed with silt,
swallowed by shadows
of its own valley,
silenced beneath
the porcelain surface
of a visage pristine.
Banish them.
Let your tears cathartic
burn these cheeks of mine.
Scour them with scars
of an ancient past
of an ache relived.
Let me bear the dusk
until from the womb,
emerged pure as
the morning dew,
is a love renewed.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe, Spoken Word Videos
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Something else I can’t not share. Profoundly moved by this…by the gorgeous heart of Phoebe. Thanks for sharing your beauty sweet Doctor <3
Thank you for making me smile! 💙
Just wow.
💙 💙
stunningly beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
you’re welcome 🙂