#Epanalepis
In the gentle dark, squirm deep, dark thoughts,
To wake primal fears, that die when we wake,
And the rose-tinged dawn, light caught in the rose,
Holds us in its hands, as cupped petal the light holds,
To touch me with softness, a bird-feather touch.
© JANE DOUGHERTY 2017
#Epanalepis poetry
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