borderline crossing

surface

caress the veil

learn to move the night -nearing

lift your legs

stars shift -into

and towards the wind

there

floats the letter written to self

sent, by God alone.

(Day Four White Sands)

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grumpygorman says:

12/27/2017 at 7:58 am

I love what you’ve done with this one..truly wonderful writing!

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