Poem; Dark

by Grace

Dark

The wind moves through the moon.

Dark blood beats and rushes.

Blackness.

The desert soul whispers to heart.

She wolf howls her greeting.

Moon shadows.

Luna is fulled with radiant light.

The child in my eye comes to me.

Soft velvet.

The old woman in my eye is wisdom.

I the spirit come to life again.

Silence

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