Monday, December 16, 2024

White Rhythmic Wind/ Rhythmic Lizard Moon of Equality, Day 4

 


 

6 Ik



White Rhythmic Wind


Poetess I call myself as

 Lines I rhyme 

Fine Phrases do I form---


My Thoughts evolve

In parcèd Time

 Rhythms sweet are born---


When 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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