Deireadh de miseA Poem by Wayfaring stranger
Your hands are in mine hairs
Curly-waves Crown-heart- Opening of springful adoration Stone circle in iron filed Crown-heart became bleeding shield Flowers of Beltane Became devastations of own prophecy White-black-grey-dress- Solstice-closing- Rivers of melting flood Fallen hairs---under--cut-- Testament of dying cycle Words---swords--- In mortal flesh Sacrifice me © 2019 Wayfaring stranger |
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Added on May 23, 2019 Last Updated on May 23, 2019 Author
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