Oct 2020
But what is eternity, if not
a whisper of frost,
landing softly
on the red lily’s lips —
the deadly flower on the other
side of the shore
spidery fangs, stretching claws
a breath away from
a beckoning memory
of our last parting
a whisper of frost,
landing softly
on the red lily’s lips —
the deadly flower on the other
side of the shore
spidery fangs, stretching claws
a breath away from
a beckoning memory
of our last parting
I am posting poems with pictures to better conjure the imagination in my poetic instagram account! You can find me in @xsummerblues if any of you are interested :)))
