She Sings the Wedding Hymn

Silence of fingers hovering;
scent before her voice in the thorned room
of rose and carnation where light
echoes all this and every
sentiment on glass of
window, fluted salute, and
wandering specs.

Posted in response to the RPD word do the day: patterns

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