Neuschwanstein

Serene castle
growing from the rock
white as the snow
caressing the alps behind
sunset kiss
the white with pink
Dove, startled
from her bridge top perch
shivers into the December air
wings and coos the music for the evening
German palace smiles to sleep

 

(published here as well join Allpoetry it’s really neat.)

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