Beautiful Solitude
From mountain's view, I stare
a serenade to a snowflake
the beauty that appears
Brushed rose, drapes a cheek
set back eyes wander, in awe
chills, sensed, height's peaked
Solitude softly dips her hand
whispers, thine dark angel,
again and again
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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