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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Hi Phoebe. Beautiful!
Beautiful words and great painting 🙂 Thanks for sharing
Thank you 🙂
my pleasure 🙂
Hi Phoebe. Is this the Dawning of a New Age? Thank you for liking “Glowing!” Have A Good year! TheFoureyedPoet.
Yes…in a sense, it is. 🙂
she is freed…we who loved her remain enslaved…well done…you touched an old, raw nerve awash in fresh tears
*Warm hug*
Very nice poem ma’am.
Thank you 🙂