Waiting by a weeping willow.
The breeze surrounding me.
Peace and serenity waves convey me.
This dream is new to me.
The sound of the wind, like an ocean roar.
Begging me to sleep.
As I watch the weeping willows branches sway in the breeze.
I am in awe.
Of the beauty she stores within.
Her sunshine skin kissed my lips.
Her sweet scent of honeysuckles bliss.
She was more graceful than the butterflies.
Her perfect silhouette brushed through the wind.
She flutter around the sky, with the wings of the mockingjay.
Her heart, gentle like the hunny bee.
The wind carries her words to me.
A small message, reminisce with me.
Please.
Remember me.
She pleas to the setting and rising sun.
Remember me.
-BM
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Late night poet - A Fantasy Realm
PoetryA Fantasy Realm - Part Five. Our sweet little poet is lost in a daydream, falling down rabbit holes, a clash with fame, the story goes on. - I hope you have been enjoying the "Late night poet" collection.
