*MP*
Pieces of me, broken,
Scattered to a cold morning breeze;
Melt as ice in the dazzling blue
Of an ever-changing sky;
Simmer as salty tears streaming
Down life's dirty windows;
Linger as laughter, hauntingly
Surrounding a star-bathed universe;
Dance as ghostly angels singing
Their sacred poetry
Into the vast, wakeful night.
1 comment:
"Pieces of me" You are an amazing person with such a gift for the written word! I am so proud of you. DAD XX
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