siranswerer

ethereal

You're like magic,

Supernatural, moonlit witchcraft

You can not be real

So ethereal.

Clouds run from the sky,

and your eyes, are like stars

on a clear night.

The wind moves as you breathe,

and your whisper is a birds flight.

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    The words show the love within you.

    • siranswerer

      I'm thinking of writing a cyber noir thriller poem next.



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