Snowflakes.
Fading upon blushed flesh,
its rivulets a frame
sketched for the captive soul.
Gaze glimmering, hope dissolving,
an echo to the void of twilight’s end.
She longs to be released.
A breath divine.
An oasis to a threadbare wish
sculpts bittersweetness
into frosted air.
Embraced by light,
she follows the seraph’s call
and is freed.
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Awesome verse.
Thank you ☺️
I meant seraph
I really liked this. Staph what a great word!
Thanks, Rob. I knew what you meant. ☺️
Sunshine and snowflakes hung in the air
As if suspended not by enchantment
But awe at the splendor, glimmering
Against the captivating beauty
Of her exquisite, angelic soul
zGGy | 12.09.16 **inspired
Beautiful words. Have a great day! ☺️
You too!!
Beautiful…did you draw this? And write the poem?
Thank you kindly. Yes I wrote the poem, but I was not the artist. 🙂
Beautiful!!