Grove Of Wanderers Poem by Ivy Rayne
Grove Of Wanderers
A softly stepping traveler
Wand'ring in,
Sees petals like silk.
A waterfall splashing
Climbing roses scent the air,
A pool of water clear.
By which a single willow resides,
Branches trailing.
Stopping to lay down,
Soft moss for your bed,
A coat for your head.
Closing eyes shut out the light.
You sigh as you softly smile,
Laid down to rest.
Sleeping forever more.
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4/21/2024 8:23:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is another beautiful write A coat for your head. Closing eyes shut out the light....my fav lines