Fleeting breaths,
whispers,
eased through eaves,
whirled through windows,
called my name from beyond the veil.
Haunting amber orbs,
cascading citrine tresses
pastel pouting portals
straining tips stain
scarlet bleeding scratches
“Redrum” lines the bathroom wall.
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Another great poem. Great job.
Thank you! 🙂
‘Pastel Pouting Portals’ Love that line.
Yay! Do you know how long it took to come up with that line 😛
Hahaha
WOW!
Haha thanks! Are the descriptions to your liking this time. 😉
Don’t get the big head, but accept your “Most Improved” trophy. I am your toughest critic and biggest fan. (I would describe myself as your cheerleader, but I’m 71, and the image that puts in my head borders on the obscene. Ha Ha! )
Haha as one of my biggest and best critics, I humbly accept your trophy. Trust me, after reading as many books as I have, I’m very far from being big headed. Thank you for taking your time to help this aspiring author grow in his craft. 🙂