During the golden hours,
She gazes
at the eloquent movement of the clouds
Breathing in the subtle sky’s flares.
The dreamlike glint she has in her eyes
since the age of 5.
Gentle mellifluous wind blowing against her skin,
her warm brown hair
brushing against her coy shoulders.
The harmony of his thoughts, dancing in her mind.
And she wishes that under this same affable sky,
serendipity will unite her with him.
All, when the warm hues shower.
Hi Ree(tica),
Beautiful imagery. I love the way you have painted it. Keep writing . All the best.
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Thank you so much for your comment, appreciate it (: x
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My pleasure buddy. I myself am an amateur at poetry. If can spare some time please do visit my blog and follow if you find it worthy. Thank you.
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will do and likewise!
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definitely
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