rich decadence on the tongue; alone, seen by throngs still life of the taste
By Abigail Elizabethabout a year ago in Poets
I looked up and saw a shadow falling, A soft cascade across a sloping moonlit hill, And heard a sound of thunder so steady,
By Abigail Elizabeth2 years ago in Poets
rain the mist rose in rain, drifting soft, an emblem of lovers’ thirst unquenched Wish O, Love, fill those eyes- warm as sun; as sea, profound-
in the stillness of the morning- in the tranquil dim of dawn- when the moon is but a whisper, yet before my dreams have gone
When everyone is turning in for sleeping, And lights are dimming all across the town, I’m here among the people with a light still on,