Diffused in haze, pristinely breezed
dances autumn amidst the blooms.
A frore caress, its moonlight kiss
beneath the cloak of a morning dew.
Misted rainbow, painted frost-
chilled whispers of a promised hope.
Silvered winds through golden skies
weave bouquet upon a kindled soul.
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Beautifully written poem. The colors in the swervy picture are eye-catching.
And the painting and the words are so beautiful.😊
Aww thank you dear! 😀
Thank you for sharing it.😊
I love the language in this, wonderful!
Thank you! 🙂
Lovely poem. Had to google for the meaning of frore though 😊
Lol…thanks! 😀
Oh, Phoebe, the art and the poem are just lovely, so very nice indeed. 🙂
Aww…thanks so much! That’s so encouraging to hear. 🙂