Wednesday, September 3, 2025

9/2/2025 White Rhythmic Wind/ Lunar Scorpion Moon of Challenge, Day 11

 



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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