A night dark and deep, Haunted by melancholic depths, Lone stood a tree, Its barren branches, Standing proud. For the crescent moon, Arched amidst the arid branches, Anointed them with a mystical hue. Embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, It showed many lost souls, A weary way to redemption. Darkness shows you the way. Just… Continue reading A dark night
Spin, New Dreams, Twine phantasms, Tendrils of hope, Iridescent hued, An ivory tower, An arcadian world glows, No longer an idyllic lair, But my eyes yearn to drink it all in, A variegated kaleidoscope.
Man a fool, Always he feigned to be cool, Donning a charade to win hearts, But all he got back were nasty darts, Still he milked all that ridicule!
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.
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.