Silk spun gold
softly fall on gentle shoulders
an intricate braid tucked behind your ear
a bead swings on the end
glittering in the sunlight
A circlet lays on your brow
poppies, bluebells, and a rose
woven with oak leaves behind
green like emeralds in your eyes
They are closed now
as you lay on stone
face relaxed and soft as petals
a sharp contrast from before
A tiger lily is clutched in your hand
and a hydrangea falls from mine
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Silk spun gold
softly fall on gentle shoulders
an intricate braid tucked behind your ear
a bead swings on the end
glittering in the sunlight
A circlet lays on your brow
poppies, bluebells, and a rose
woven with oak leaves behind
green like emeralds in your eyes
They are closed now
as you lay on stone
face relaxed and soft as petals
a sharp contrast from before
A tiger lily is clutched in your hand
and a hydrangea falls from mine
Just something I wrote a long while ago but never got around to posting.
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