Kim V. Poetry

Fallen Angels,
Born from moonlight,
And from a place
Where tenderness ceases.

Still hear the bright sounds
Of Autumn calls.

Still feel the gentle chill
At the first sign of frost.

For though we are
But quivering souls,
And insulated flesh,
Our fallen love remains.

Edged along by desire
And a waterfall of wishes.

Ending and beginning
In the glimmering streets of
Paradise.

©️KVP
Art: Pinterest
Prompt:

”Insulated flesh”
“At the first sign of frost”

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