Poetry

Peace.

 

Like lilacs blossomed

through autumn green

whispering lavender lines

with each exhale…

Like ripples in a wake

as swans glide by…

 

Let me linger in your essence 

beneath the veil.

 

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  1. I love the final line. Some days, I wish I understood the material that makes up the veil. And, some days I don’t. But either way, I like to linger in it.

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