A Poet's Sunrise
I'm standing here quietly at the entrance of my soul.
I can hear, therein, the impassioned sounds that more than twinkle.
The alluring aroma of wafting incense, both do mingle.
Yes....my poetic soul waking up!
Asking the Master of the Universe to be gracious to me, please?
To help me fill the golden goblet of my poetry with some mystical
ease.
To teach me in humility, to pen, simple words that touch a heart.
With my fragrant love and with utmost delicassy, to impart.
October 3, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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