Speaking of Eve
Her voice is like velvet petals
Hidden amongst the lilies,
Wearing her heart on her face
Held in tranquil hands grace,
Red birds welcome her presence
As the snake of eloquence
Guides her to burn to write
In spite of the elements of night.
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2021
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