I scattered myself --
Fragments thrown a little here and little there
Ashes in the wind
Shaping bellowing swirls and tumultuous twirls
Desolate come sundown
This moon is hidden; though alive and luminous
Intermittent whispers shadow the air
Sometimes a song, sometimes a howl
The death of Hope and all colourful dreams
Colourless forests
Echoing silence
The odd wind will blow
Carrying with it, my voice
A siren calling, calling, and calling
Lurking the unbridled coppice
Draped in onyx lace, head to toe
Sheen under moonlit kisses
Her voice carries -- out into the prairie outside.
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
