Updated: Feb 27, 2023
The dawn reaches from her forehead,
Like a thieves’ cloak from yesterday,
With a hood to guard the blue-eyes.
Like a fountain of wood-elves' tears.
In simpler days she knew, they say,
Of the hollows of the sunset,
And whispers that the moon revealed,
By the tides on the sorrowful sea.
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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Wow, this is one of your most beautiful ever. I love "like a thieves' cloak from yesterday" and a "fountain of wood-elves' tears." The "hollows of the sunset" is a really original image - haunting. Really wonderful writing.