Sacred Domicle
What right have I to write?
What sanctuary allows me entrance
into its sacred domicile?
Who really scribes for me?
Is it the stars or the trees?
The streams or the seas?
I bow in humble servitude
to my muse as she shares her
adoration of nature
and expedient expression
of all things exquisite
Tears, joy, revelations
and exaltations she sends
to touch, rock and bewilder
readers
My gift; my muse
I introduce to you
Copyright © Annalinda W. | Year Posted 2016
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