Heady Charm of a Wind
Layering stroke by stroke
the syllables of filtered mist's breath,
eastern winds spin like a circle of tropical
fish and flower beds on a lattice...
and the soft tresses of this air pours
on wayfarers sort of crystal beads new.
Then another circle whistles
inside my flesh, a sponge... an oasis,
bathing loin towel of morn dawning;
how its flavor speaks and lifts
trinkets of jeweled drops
to lightly swirl away.... mid way.
Wind Contest: SKAT's
8/29/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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