Dream the wind over ancient bones
sounds of a woman as she moans
in tears that fall like weighted stones
through the ghost of a haunted night.
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I see your poem is stitched with fabulous words: Dream the wind with her tousled hair, her hollowed eyes and skin so fair sailing on ships set in the air beneath a black moon beyond sight. Full STARS
Congratulations on POD. This is a beautiful poem, profound in its construction and choice of vocabulary, imagery. The beautiful rhyme-scheme is really enjoyable. A different take on life and it's challenges, is what I read into it.