rich decadence on the tongue; alone, seen by throngs still life of the taste
By Abigail Elizabeth3 years ago in Poets
I looked up and saw a shadow falling, A soft cascade across a sloping moonlit hill, And heard a sound of thunder so steady,
rain the mist rose in rain, drifting soft, an emblem of lovers’ thirst unquenched Wish O, Love, fill those eyes- warm as sun; as sea, profound-
in the stillness of the morning- in the tranquil dim of dawn- when the moon is but a whisper, yet before my dreams have gone
When everyone is turning in for sleeping, And lights are dimming all across the town, I’m here among the people with a light still on,
By Abigail Elizabeth4 years ago in Poets
