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My words are fragments of dreams and reality. On feathered wings I fly.
Chanting syllables in ancient tongue. Navigating stars, soaring with
dragons beyond the milky way. I choose to drink in the frequency of love.
My poems awakening beneath sun and moon. In a mystic realm visions become
clear. I sometimes feel my words aren't my own. Hovering over my shoulder
My poems awakening beneath sun and moon. In a mystic realm visions become
clear. I sometimes feel my words aren't my own. Hovering over my shoulder
an apparition whispers in my ear. I catch the beat of a distant drum connecting
with heaven and earth. Creating a song or poem to carry me through the
seasons of life.
with heaven and earth. Creating a song or poem to carry me through the
seasons of life.
winter dreams slumber
under fresh blankets of snow
rooting for springtime
author's note: linking with Poets United - Sunday Pantry









