On cloaks of glass,
They press their toes.
Wonders bloom,
A winter rose,
Upon their cheeks,
Upon their nose,
Impressions kept,
When night arose.
They press their toes.
Wonders bloom,
A winter rose,
Upon their cheeks,
Upon their nose,
Impressions kept,
When night arose.
Poetry by : Lani Christensen
4 comments:
I love your poem, Lani. -Bev
Thanks. It was inspired by our wintry fantasy photoshoot.
this is amara yay love the poem.
OH WOW... THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL with a STUNNING POEM TO MATCH THE PHOTOS!! Love it!
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