With Raw Finesse
As riverbank swivels
on deepened water floor
with ripples of fine air
its movement quivering…
like tidal sways, the route
a junction, long mile.
Finding restfulness
that cuddles heaved turns
to soak every wend
moist with finesse… she
glides in rhapsody.
Sea gracing hours
across bright lune,
her flesh of tones
imbues quiet.
Then to grant
nature's flow
sacred psalms
Gentle…
through soft
dips
©
by nette onclaud
especially for David William's True Diminishing Hexaverse
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