Monday, September 7, 2020

White Rhythmic Wind/ Lunar Scorpion Moon of Challenge, Day 16




 

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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