Epanalepsis Poem - Nature Talkes
#EPANALEPSIS POEM#
Sitting down, on a moor top tor, resting.
Meditating, as the moon waves the sun goodbye.
I stare into the abyss, of space, meditating.
Clouds rush in, black as night, storm clouds.
Wind, now howls, breaking the spell, noisy wind!
Nature talks, gives me warning, thanks, nature.
Southwesterly wind, not cold, but driving.
At my back, lightening step, thanks, southwesterly.
Home, I have reached my cave, my sweet home.
Sleep beckons, sand fills my eyes,
the Sandman’s parting gift, sleep has me.
#MY INVENTION
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