All Poetry

Dawning.

Snowflakes.
Fading upon blushedย flesh,
its rivulets a frame
sketched
for the captive soul.
Gaze glimmering,ย hopeย dissolving,
an echo to the void ofย twilight’s end.
She longs to be released.

A breath divine.
An oasis to a threadbare wish
sculpts bittersweetness
into frostedย air.
Embraced by light,
she follows the seraph’s call
and is freed.

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  1. Phoebe, your blog looks great! I think you’ve “remodeled” some, eh? ๐Ÿ™‚ 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 ๐Ÿ™‚

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