Ruminating
The blade of grass between my fingertips,
stood firm until the winds came.
The river that I sat beside -
a mirror to the clear blue skies-
shivered under the command,
of the same breeze that cooled my hand.
Revelation tends,
for the souls of men.
All is tranquil within our hearts,
until Typhoeus escapes his bonds.
Copyright © Alyssa Hibbert | Year Posted 2022
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