The Door To Wayra
I swoop down from sky
flying in on a light breeze
that whispers sweet promises.
Touching down on lush ground,
I open the door to Wayra.
Led to a forest,
I’m drifting with a river
that murmurs ancient secrets.
The door has led me home
among the birds of Paradise.
Written 7/17/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Door to a Wayra Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
(imagining a place with the same name as this poetry form that comes from South America!)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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