Raindrops
quivering upon cheeks
warmed by the throb
of an ancient wound,
a love unknown,
their rivulets
meandered across flesh
marked by a wisdom
reaped through
the fissures
of time.
Glistening
are her tears
with the scars
of yesterday,
the joys of today,
and the promise
of tomorrow
as she dances,
at last unbound,
beneath the slice
of half moon’s glow.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
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How much I missed your writing 🤗🤗
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Phoebe, once again a stunning poem, and a beautiful painting that looks like a perfect match.
These lines I love:
“a love unknown, their rivulets meandered across flesh marked by a wisdom reaped through the fissures of time.”
Such passion in your words, very happy to read them.
Stephen
Thank you so kindly, Stephen. 💙
Lovely poem dear.
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BY FOR NOW
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Whoa…really emotional! I could feel it.
Thanks for reading! 🙂
Excellent! Cheers,H
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