This question-prompt night, I feel the
Travel-far wind of her passing –
My cold-silver princess moon –
As it gently settles its precious
White-ice powder
On my aching soul and
On the wide-flung desolate
Dark-winter-earth around me.
I always knew she would be
Ruthless-frost mistress,
But why must she turn her
Arctic-jewel face away from me
So swiftly. Can she really
Have thought so very little of the
So-soul-deep secrets I gave her
In those nights, By the Mercy River,
When I had thought we were so
Oyster-pearl close?
Oyster-pearl close? — whoa..!!! so picturesque …
Thank you Ankita.
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I think She’s beckoning for you to come along as She
turns to the otherside of the world…
I like this ..
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
Thanks, never looked at it that way.
Bless you.