Golden strands
Daisies, marigolds and roses.
The flowers sit on the soft grass,
Waiting for their use.
The silk gown shimmers in the sunlight
And I remain,
Weaving dried pieces of grass together into a crown.
My hair dances around my face,
I do not mind.
They offer me a few dances,
I softly decline.
Gently, I weave the flowers
Into the bare crown,
Making it full of a life it had very long ago.
The roses,
Daisies,
Marigolds,
Form rainbows so beautiful
And rare,
Situated away from the heights of the sky.
I am a queen of a different sort,
I rule these gardens,
Guarded by my desires,
For a peaceful abode.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
