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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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
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Nice
So Beautiful.. Loved it..!! 😉🙂
Thank you 🙂
Phoebe, your blog looks great! I think you’ve “remodeled” some, eh? 🙂 Anyway, so very nice. And this poem–my gosh, what a beautiful thought for these cold, long days. Simply gorgeous (and those last lines, well, they take flight for sure). Glad I found you still blogging! I’ll stop by and say “hello.” Oh, and I’m guessing this is your artwork, too? Beautiful! Have a great day 🙂
Aww thank you! And yes…we have remodeled, indeed! 🙂 Hugs and take care! 🙂
Will do! And your new verbal/artistic “digs” look terrific! Or, as Sam would probably say, “The cat’s meow.” 🙂
Teehehe 😉
Beautifully written. Loved it
Thank you so much 🙂