Jenny Wren

Diana

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.

 

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write Jenny.



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