Alone

Ripple Poetry

The girl with a flower in her hair
Motioned moonlight to visit her
Dancing light beams touched her face
Stillness touched ruby lips
Froze tears to her bones
Love still for her?
She could hope
Beyond
Dreams

By June Perkins

Experimenting with poetic form – this is a Nonet

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