Spider webs
delicate
intricate lace
dusted in grey
covering a quiet lip;
a past
only she knows.
Time stood still
flower droop
petals fall to the floor
trailing
path overgrown
weeds pushing through
with this lost love
only she knew.
Waters;
gilded in reds
gilded in golds
wading through
gown flares
butterfly wings spreading.
Lay back
tears creep
down…..
down…..
down…..
barely a ripple
closing over
no one will ever find her,
the Lady of the Lake.
©Jan. 10/21
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under ground
no longer found
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It’s covering quite lip. No any found. Amazing poem ✍️ with recommend the pic.
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