ANYWAY! Lets see if we can get a braid going before night falls on the east coast. I know it’s Sunday, but if you’re out there - jump in!
Wake up Poets! We have wreathing words to weave
Songs to shine ‘til they glisten like effervescent rain
Like tears, like the glittering mica of tomorrow
Sparkles of words in which we can see reflections . . .
Our memory telling history, ancient wisdom calling us to follow
Wake up Poets ~ come braid shining, singing words with me!
Songs to shine ‘til they glisten like effervescent rain
Like tears, like the glittering mica of tomorrow
Sparkles of words in which we can see reflections . . .
Our memory telling history, ancient wisdom calling us to follow
Wake up Poets ~ come braid shining, singing words with me!
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