Silver ornament shinning white ribbons over the forest
Branches are enriched with darkness
And dreaming below the black bouquet of tress
A rich fruit with blood skin silently stands in cold water
The surface gently ripples and reflects the deep melancholy sky
As crisp apple centers shine above
Chiming to the rhythm of night till the cratered eye sets
For the golden coin is the anchor of night
Liquid frost curtain cool and smooth upon thin crimson skin
Beauty simple and clean cut through blindfold darkness
Affection gentle and kind and consistent
Though always lingering through smoked out candlelight
Till angels can lift it into the sky
-SW~
1 comment:
That was awesome, beautiful in words. Really.
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