Modern Poems · Modern Spirit

BlancheFleur – a woman’s soul

Softly, in the mist of moonlight, a woman is singing to me, black feet-long hair with a smile so genteel; taking me back down the vista of years, still I see a child sitting behind the grand oak tree, accompanied by the drowsy eyes of blooming leaves, and harbored within a thousand impossible dreams, when… Continue reading BlancheFleur – a woman’s soul