Tuesday, May 25, 2021

White Rhythmic Wind/ Spectral Serpent Moon of Manifestation, Day 24

 


6 Ik

  

White Rhythmic Wind

  

Poetess I call myself

As 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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