whitesmoke vapours
slither from a silver exhaust
drifting crystals churn
to a distant wind chime tune
secret fireflies dance
in a maelstrom of moonrain
gardens sparkle in champagne
while rent ghosts roam
dazzled by periwinkles
fractured on bisque pots
cutout whisper motes
float in between
mint and lady bugs
If I could write couplets full of wit
I would have a fulsome wordsmith’s kit…
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New Years’s Eve
I sip a cocktail laced with cream
Through time zones celebrations stream
I lift my flute to drink with you
Tiger lilies bloom here anew
For you, a white December night
For me, it’s summer’s pure delight
Yet the moon’s sliver in the sky
Watches each and every sigh
For dVerse
Marousia 