Poetry that is earth based, mystical, philosophical.
huddled on what seems to be
the edge of the world
verging on night
it’s a drop off
too vague to bridge
or even measure
surely a dream
seeming to be outside
but really, inside
forming for future
reference
LC
peace, barefoot walking slowly toward me floating grey and silver the Holy flashing through peace, a gathering of flickering angels he then...
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