Whisping tales with frightening chills
Churning words like wind mills
Knocks are battering on wooden doors
Just as in tales of ol' folklore
The forest in its eminent beauty
Hollow barks filled with fragility
Footsteps follow along the path most taken
Crinkling leafs & snapping twigs from falling
Twinkling drops from mornings' dew
Like chandeliers swaying in the sky of blue
The whispering winds
Singing to your soul
Humming along to
Hymns of old
Outspreading branches
Arms of love
Across the lands
From the skies above
A whispering tale
Told through the winds
Gliding as the nightingale
Till this be our sin
YOU ARE READING
Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
