Circle of White Haze

The curtain falls pearly pull

Pictures of the perfect escape

A solitude filled space 

Raising arms high to this sky

Internally hugging the crescent tone 

Soft resting on this imaginary line

The only temperature ever known

Speaking softly of yet another day

Waves move into dry lands of June

Pondering the colors of this lake

Dipping words in inks of brightness

Smile into lucky afternoons

Heart so vast hosting the stranger

As the instrument plays white haze

Away into quiet entrance

Slowly leaves the room

Reviews

[Paul]

Beautifully written and a great use of word choice throughout this piece. I thoroughly enjoyed reading from start to finish. Well done!

Paul

[B]

Hey
Thanks Paul

[APOORVA]

super like it.
decent, interesting and impressive one

[B]

Thank you so much
Humbled :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and wonderful use of words.
"Waves move into dry lands of June
Pondering the colors of this lake"
The above lines. I loved. I like the tone and the places you took me dear Poet. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[B]

Thank you so much C

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Poet.