The Wash
The wash
Rhythmic systems flow
Pulse and wind,
The wheel
Throws blows
Bustling in between the folds
Shedding skin and grim
A hidden layer molds
Tender hands and tiny footprints
Gather jasmine
Budding blooms beneath obsidian
Mosquitos sting
As too, jasmine
Marckincia Jean
08/05/2024
Free verse
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