#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King.

The hazes moved and the sun escaoed through the them,
in the month of May it shined,
Her fragile hands clutched her dress' hem.

The Summery daylight,
Stroked her face,
The sunshine blinded her eyes
And made her look perfect in his gaze.

A silhouette of hers,
danced on the meadow grass in sage,
Failed to reflect her love ,
that that her eyes held.

The gentle wind,
and sun so bright,
stumbled upon her,
Just like the King did that rainy night.


Because of the gust,
that took away the sand just let it down in a while,
The seeds detached and went away with the dust,
From the...