The Divined
from the brewing storm's steeping chalice
the breath of death's journey awakens in quiet tides
beckoned by the stirring whisper of mortal winds
furrowed by stoic angels in pallid temporal skies
April 17, 2021
Excerpted from "My Silent House"
Liberum Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
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