ForestA Poem by Arianne Goldbloom'Tween evergreen boughs Young fae do flit Weaving silk from starlight Yet the finest cloth Is woven Upon the ivory loom From joy Sorrow Fear Love And the heartstrings of the brave Comes the fragile cloth Of life
When a strand breaks A soul is severed From the Earth To weave Until They die And Are born Once again To spin the thread And continue On © 2013 Arianne Goldbloom |
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1 Review Added on January 4, 2013 Last Updated on January 4, 2013 AuthorArianne GoldbloomKingston, WAAboutI love cats and dragons, can't stop reading ficton, and love to draw. I'm working on a quartet, starting with 'The Daughter of Water'. It's my first try. I may post some poetry from time to time. I'm .. more..Writing
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