As my light becomes dark
I intertwine my words and vision into woven light
I stare into the deep blue Voices of strangers call me The doorway arches toward the sun I am because of my friend
Turning toward the night I see my reflection in the Fold of the cloud As stones drop into the depth of me.
Wow! So powerful. Those last three lines could make a stand alone poem you know. You could just call it ...SANTORINII see my reflection in the fold of a cloud As stones drop into the depth of me.I'd publish that.
Wow....Jessica, thank you....
Wow! So powerful. Those last three lines could make a stand alone poem you know. You could just call it ...
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I see my reflection in the fold of a cloud
As stones drop into the depth of me.
I'd publish that.
Wow....Jessica, thank you....
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