Weaving flowers in
her silky hair
She twirls in sync
with the cool air
Blossoms drift into
clear blue streams
Willows swaying to
a gentle breeze
She writes her heart
into a letter
Releases it,
carried by a zephyr
And hopes with all
that it will send
To the one she loves,
by the wind.
'Cause even when apart,
it's not the end.
Placed 3rd in Hailstorm_2004's poetry contest :)
Theme for contest: air
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A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸
Poetry"she writes when broken and lost inside, hoping the ones she love read between the lines" Cover by TheGreatSphinx ︱Honorable Mention (3rd) in The Rhapsody Awards︱
