Friday, April 12, 2019

4/5/2019 White Rhythmic Wind/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 2





6 Ik


White Rhythmic Wind


Poetess I call myself –
 Lines I rhyme
Fine Phrases do I form –

My Thoughts evolve
In parcèd Time
As Rhythms sweet are born –

If I dare
Disclose to you
A rare or radiant Verse –

You see the Light
In darkest Night –
The lifting of a Curse.


©Kleomichele Leeds




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