A luminous face in the darkness,
Snowy skin; sensual reverie,
Moonlit eyes
Dainty feet grazing the silken surface of the foggy lake,
On a wintry November evening
The heart is gladdened not by the sight of her delicate beauty,
But by her swan-like grace.
Another memory unfurls, shy to the gentlest touch;
Enlightened by knowledge, saddened by joy
A sprig of baby’s breath slips into an aged book of Greek sonnets.
© Zelda Reville
Zelda Reville 
Beautiful, as always!
By the way, do you speak French?
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Thank you! 😊 No, I don’t, unfortunately. How about you?
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No…I’m a learner though. Your post’s title was in French, as was the other video (Dusk), if I am not mistaken, and that just made me curious!
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Ehe, I’m a big fan of Françoise Hardy’s music, and Debussy as well. I like how the French language sounds, it’s so pretty! That’s nice though, would you be able to make your way around in France if you happened to travel there?
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Oh! That’s nice!
I could probably introduce myself and, you know, maybe order something at a restaurant, but other than that I’m just a beginner…:)
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Cool! I’d bet if you just keep that up, you’ll be speaking fluent French, or at least understand enough to eavesdrop on French tourists 😂
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Hi Ramisa, thank you for dropping by this little blog of mine and for sharing my poem! 😘
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