Ada Shelley


Starshine

Silvery-green
tresses gleam
their murmurings sweet
of an eventide dream.

A stormy wind hovers
o’er rough, rugged swells
icy blue flickers
warmed by sunset’s flushed dells.

Pale gentle twilight
seeks her playmate afar
and welcomes the dusk
with her eyes full of stars.

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