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)
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)
seasons: a poetic journey 
I love what you’ve done with this one..truly wonderful writing!
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