
How soft
the morning light
upon her sleeping skin
precious, fragile beauty
he holds dearly
next to his heart
*
©️MidwestFantasy
Feb 2020
How soft
the morning light
upon her sleeping skin
precious, fragile beauty
he holds dearly
next to his heart
*
©️MidwestFantasy
Feb 2020
I dance
In madness of poetry
Moon laughing
At daylight
While darkness
Steals my soul to play
Together
We create imagination
Mystical phrases and lines
Some lucky enough
To be born a poem
*
©MidwestFantasy
September 2019
Ph-Alexander Yakovlev