Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
She lived in an ivory castle Walls lined pink, And sky blue. Its wide expanse, Laced with a mystical beauty. Air fragrant, It blew with melodies profound. The sun shone, A luminous white all around. She sat there happy, She lived weaving dreams, Dreams of life to unfold. She looked high and low, Searching for… Continue reading Ivory Castle
My poetry handlettered by the brilliant Hannah Vizcarra, etredanslalune on Instagram ( https://instagram.com/etredanslalune__?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=irzkkldys28t)
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.