Miraquill
If you ever see
a willow tree,
you'll find them as pretty greens
with softly weeping silvery wings.
But I am searching for
its exotic golden forms,
whose glorious dangling arms
embodies my passion-filled yearns.
©lucy08
#willows
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lucy08
26w
Read More��Chasing golden willows��
Why....coz they are rare��
#willows #ceesreposts
@miraquill @writersnetworkPhoto By Christian Englmeier on Unsplash32 11 5
- lovenotes_from_carolyn That is so lovely, and those are one of my favorite trees!
- lucy08 @autumn_fairy thank you dear
- lucy08 @crystal_snow thanxs
- lucy08 @diamond49 glad you felt that
- lucy08 @lovenotes_from_carolyn thank you so much for the read mam
Away with the wind she went
And rode it well as if it were a mare
And over the waters, and 'tween the willows
Across sun beat desert and o'er the meadows
Away with the wind she went and went
But could not went she, were she al'ays wanted
To meet the angels, o'er sacred meadows
You cannot ride the wind to the sun
Nor can you ride it into heaven
To get there, you must ride this life righteously
And make it through, as clean as can be
To get there, you must give up the wind
You must let go of the breeze, and die
©joyfuljoelPhoto By Casey Horner on Unsplash13 4 2
- miss_silentlyweird
- joyfuljoel @miss_silentlyweird thank you
- miss_silentlyweird My pleasure, it's beautiful inking by the way.
- joyfuljoel @miss_silentlyweird Youre far too kind
poursomeink
95w
Read More1-Kolba - a hut,
2-clearing - an open space in a forest.
@btslove @the97_introvert @eternallypurple_starstruck @thesunshineloves @nivey14 @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @arya_abhipsa @stardustyy @shadowcon @taekook96
#love #heart #mythoughts #willowsI crave to build a kolba,
On the clearing, in your heart
Where your emotions like willow trees
Will give shade to my love.
©Zoi97 56 26
My dad is rich but in a different way.
He has all the money but not for himself9 1
Turn't & INK DRIPPING
©Hartlandz2DUST
Stark white absent night, cast off
left gaft motionless.. seedlings out
portioned floodings, cloudy silken
rain.. laceing aromas fragranced
pungent yet damp, scenes from
the cycle.. none eye caught, ebony in grained, taught flesh fluxed, even till dawn.. breathlessly colluded obligations, forthwith ravenous slick vellum.. lashed parting pouted
