Caressed
by the hush
of a wayward tear
emerged
from flames
that once
scalded her eyes
is an innocence lost
a wistfulness retained
a longing diffused
within the brine
of memories.
Weighted
like the dew
upon a thorn
to the force
of an ethereal call
she surrenders.
With strengthened hope
through moistened gaze
down meandered path
she searches
until finally
upon her lips
does she taste
the bittersweetness
of her deliverance.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
Oh wow, that’s good!
Thanks so much! 🙂
You’re most welcome 🙂
Another good one … thank you.
Thank you kindly! 😊
Hi Phoebe. Lovely. Thank you for liking “Befall!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
😊 😊
An x-ray of spirit. Beautiful imagery that touches the raw places in us all.
Thank you 😊
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Very inspirational piece…uplifted my spirits for the day!