As evening prepares
Room for waiting darkened sky I stand on land’s edge Contemplating What needs To be done, Brimful with elation of What awaits within orbit; I’ve become one with sand As it swallows ankles Reminding of what’s been promised. Now Is time For rest; Best is yet to come Like rising sun Love’s wings Flare in distant trees. Humbled, I will fall upon knees #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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