Color Of Morning

 

With eyes the color of morning 

A feeling of Winter leaching from her bones

Something brittle broken melting streams

She reached for warmth raining in her dreams

She saw the Summer sun in a field of light

Luxurious golden bouquet of roses lit

Desire a riddle buried deep inside of it

A pale fire was burning like the world about to end

In her heart the Night was mourning 

With her eyes the color of morning 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-14 at 22:17

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