In the moonlit hours...
In the quiet bones of night
In the sea-steeped tea of starlight
In the hauntful woodland mists
Lonely birds drink from the dark
Phantom-flowers
so far from sleep
touch my skin and
I can hear
the wolves weep
for Summer's lost heart
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2 comments:
Hauntingly beautiful!
As are you. I enjoyed seeing your little moving selfies.
Tammie Lee
You are always so kind and leave me such lovely words
Deep appreciation my beautiful friend! Hope all is sparkling in your world.
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