Like a glistening light
A heavenly body
She walks, behind her
A stream of endless mystic
With the air of a darkening sky
Deep topaz blue
Calling for the moon
To bless her
She spills her tears
Crying for something
She has never known
Calls coming from miles around her
Ghosting her mind
Lips of abyssal red
Twitching under her sobs
Eyes sealed and dreamy
She lays her body
Down a serene river
Sweet water hugging her figure
Almost possessively
Gentle currents thrusting her in
And she lets herself be
Trusts herself within the cold water
For it shall take her somewhere new
Somewhere she may find peace in
And so she disappears
As swiftly as she came
Leaving once again
Behind her
A trace of wonder and awe
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Author:
Zahra Yves (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2023 12:30
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem inspired by "She walks in beauty" by Lord Byron and "La jeune martyre" by Paul Delaroche.
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Comments1
Zahra ..
Every stanzas is unique .. The vision is deep..except when you asked blessings from the moon .! . Even as poetic ornament.. we must ask blessing from God .. to avoid any faith foul .. what you think ?
Thank you for your words. And yes, of course i agree with you. I will keep your words under consideration.
Be blessed ..
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