Incense anoints with ember a soul that’s poised to fade.I lit a candle there.There’s diurnal breath in the light of a Moon,and a day that’s scattered in pale amber.They all gather.In a hush, quiesced, they brought the sea,they brew the breeze.In white whispersis a star-bathed Sun,risensomewhere far east.
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Shine Again
It’s a brand new sky,and my new Sun is a tad sullen,hiding in the grey lines, sans perhaps the touch of winds.Somewhere amidst, there stirs a mischief,a thousand birds nibbledupon the warmth they hid,and then upon a silver cloudthey set sail.Up and above the thousand birds fly,in the glows they guild a fair ditty,there uponContinue reading “Shine Again”
Of one day.
I chanced upon a rhymetossed upon cherry:like smile’s adventgracing upon merry.I chanced upon a line,cradled in a leaf;tossed by the windthat lets spill nary.I picked the cherry,pilfered the breeze!I chanced upon a rhyme:the taste of glinton wild cherry;the cradled spillsthat the merry winds ferry.