The Red Robe
The ornamental gown was warm for the season.
A heavier silk
it hung on my shoulders
like an old friend’s embrace.
Blood red robe
against the day old white peonies-
spent petals falling to the floor
the ceremonial dancers scattering them.
© RebekkaSanchez2015
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Great work both on the poem and animation.
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Thanks so much honey! So happy you stopped by! Hugs!
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