A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
All Poetry
All Poetry
All Poetry
All Poetry
A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
•
Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
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I love your last line! So True!
🙂 🙂
Hi Doc,
You had me with the title and the first 4 lines. Nice ! ! ! 👍
Aww thanks! 🙂
Lovely poem
Thank you