Jenny Wren


And there she is again:

Diana the huntress.

Half in darkness,

Gently shifting her vaporous robes aside,

To reveal her luminescence.

To guide and comfort.

A reminder that I am not alone in this black night.




  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write Jenny.

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