Awash in
Beguiling Light. He says-
Cavort.
Dance, keeping steps with the Stars
Embody Earth.
Friction funnels fallacy,
Greet the sun in sweat.
Hungrily-
I gaze at
Joyous merriment.
Kindred spirits tilt and sway
Lounging in the clouds,
Makers casting dice of chance
Nature discarding shrouds.
Occasion begets amorous sight
Pickled sensations
Quaking-
Right. Breathing deep,
Sonorous prophet
Tutoring the
Uncouth.
Voracious dreaming melody
Waking on the roof.
.
Xenial embraces,
Youth encases,
Zeroes in, the Bright.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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Beautiful entry Rachael, I really enjoyed the nature aspect of it
This was soooooo beautifully penned! Loved your Abecedarian!
NICE
very creative :)
Oh this is stirring and beautiful, Rachael. Well done!