Wednesday, May 20, 2026

White Rhythmic Wind/ Spectral Serpent Moon of Liberation, Day 19

 



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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