Stains of sorrow from ages past
capture frost within the haze.
A spirit scarred, of treasures stripped,
It yearns to find the way.
Haunted by a stillness cruel,
this wanderer amongst the trees.
Solemn, aching, silently–
she fades into the breeze.
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This is lovely Phoebe. BTW, I featured your blog https://amanpan.com/2016/11/28/tuesday-chatter-55/
You are very kind…thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful poem
Thank you 🙂
Oh Phoebe.. This is so beautiful.. Your mind is so amazing, how it puts these words together. Every bit is like a masterpiece. <3 <3 <3
Liz, you are simply too kind! I hope you are doing well. Hugs! 🙂
Wonderful! Thank you!
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Amazing and beautiful words.
Thank you so much 🙂