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A Purging Breathe Through Gossamer
Unclemnt breathe penetrates through gossamer
Losing momentum
It's control dissipates
The curser loses his grip
And slips into slumber
Eclipsed by the new virgin empress
Excserting her power with sunshine-arousing kisses
Awakening fertile ground
The Robin sings and spreads his wings
The virgin Empress
A virgin no more
Heavily pregnant
The prospect of new birth
And abundant prosperity
The climate is now more clement
The new mantel Disrobes
Shedding it's fleecy overcoat
For more appropriate attire
The birth is now on its way
And expectations are High
Now delivered
Bursts into fruition
Pushing through the barren teratherma
Reaching stretching forever upward toward the transparent sky
Now cleared of its cursed obliterating smothering shroud
Tears of joy now pour down
Welcomed by the evergrowing
parched thirsty barren ground
Now quenched
Blossoming and flourishing in abundant
Majesty and prosperity
Once again
Until the reaper returns
With its choking smothering consuming
Shroud and bite.
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Copyright ©
Peter Dome
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