Herself

She stood there smiling clean as a whistle
While moonlight sonatas whispered secrets
Through deep blue rivers
She never asked you or unmasked you
( Someone there ? )
As Winter fell with icy jewel scents regret
Melancholy angel earrings tell her secret
Messages in love forlorn passages you lose
Your ways crime seldom pays, she says
Something soft as silence like a kiss
The little things you often miss like Light
She goes firefly fine into the Night
A world unto herself words of thistle




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Written on 2017-10-02 at 00:03

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-ibm The PoetBay support member heart!
Just love how your lines take my imagination away in soft and dreamy-like moments ... beautiful - merci :)
2017-10-02