Angel

My love
Beautiful
You look
Dressed
In silvery
Velvet
Prettiest
Of girls
Dancing
Alone
Tonight
Inviting
Your eyes
Ask me
To be your
Partner
The wind
Echoes your
Melancholic
Laughter
I want to
My darling
But I cannot
You’re near
Yet so far
Like moon
Beside you
Smile wanes
But never
Memories

For Thursday Poets Rally Week 26
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Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

38 thoughts on “Angel

  1. ~ Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which disappeared after leaving an imprint. But living in hope is brilliant. ~

    Beautiful words…with deep thoughts…

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