Thursday, October 27, 2022

White Rhythmic Wind/ Self-Existing Owl Moon of Form, Day 10


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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