Lamar Cole

Brooke

Brooke slips quietly into the night.

Looking for a little peace.

In pink shawl, she looks so small.

While the moon and night creatures call.

 

Brooke bends her ear to the wind.

And she lets all of the night sounds flow in.

In this moment, she is one with the night.

And her soul floats lightly like a kite.

Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    I really like this one - an origanal and engaging write.good

  • Goldfinch60

    May her soul be forever floating lightly in her world.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Lamar.

  • Fay Slimm.

    A compelling read Lamar and thanks for sharing.



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