She strung words together
Glass beads on a necklace
Weaving a weeping tapestry
Fingers bird-boned, nimble
Her hair soft as the night
But far darker than sunset
She sang without the music
They were the kind of songs
Soul weeping, ached to hear
The sea spray at her ankles
Valleys of ash in her eyes and
The autumn leaves in her hair
Followed her, the summer poet
Through the other seasons when
She crept out to taste the world
summer poet
4 Comments to “summer poet”
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Fleeting and striking poem 🙂
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Thanks :3 I’m glad you liked it
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Lovely as always. : )
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Thank youuu :3 You’re officially my favorite follower.
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