Friday, July 14, 2023

White Rhythmic Wind/ Cosmic Turtle Moon of Presence, Day 18

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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