Frosted stars
proclaimed by breeze,
a dance of farewell
before their queen.
Revealed by moon’s
glow in misted eyes
a wish reflected.
A longing…seeking
to be found.
Thread of secrets,
thrum of time,
silvered braids upon
wounded soul.
A queen
before her horizon
heeds the echoed promise
of a rising sun.
She smiles.
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A fascinating poem. A good year. Greetings from Venezuela.
Greetings! 🙂
All the best to you and sam in 2017…be seeing you!
Wishing you the best in the New Year also! ☺️
Quite lovely.
Nice enjoyed reading it
Surreal…
❤️ ❤️
😉