Golden motes of sunlight
criss cross
delicate dance
upon cerulean waves.
Sand
smoothly clean
devoid even of crustaceans
no evidence of last night’s storm.
Emerald green grass
damp
with dew drop diamonds
glistening
prisms of color
mirrored in the sea.
Morning call
melodies of a thousand birds
bees flirting
with first budding flowers
carrying their nectar away.
Scoured clean myself
pain
remorse
anguish
fled beneath last night’s wrath
leaving…..
A Goddess.
A Warrior.
A Priestess.
A Wise Woman.
All of them combined.
©Feb. 6/22
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Wow, what a lovely picture ,I can so related written in wrods. I like.✍️❣️
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Thank you. 🤗🧡
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You are Most welcome!🌷
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Love this one Jay. Beautiful imagery and I can so relate to the last 5 lines ☺️💕
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Thank you so much. 😒💜
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Oh, that’s so lovely! Those descriptions are so vivid:-)
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Thank you. It stems from yesterday’s Clifftop Madness which was inspired by another blogger’s work. 🤗☺️
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