The Glimmering- #Fantasy #Poetry

 

There the Glimmering Weaves,

With Indigo Drops of Light,

Phantoms are born in the Guise of Dreams.

Whispers Sung in Lyric Harmony,

As the Forest in Enchantment Sighs,

Ancient Magic Glimmers into the Shadows,

Brightening,

Illuminating,

Smiling.

 

Art and Poetry by ~Morgan

18 Comments

  1. Beautiful! I love the photo you chose for your prompt. I especially like the part about the ‘forest dwellers sign in enchantment.” In the forest we know they are there, we just can’t always see them.

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