... written for an inspirational campfire creative for Circle of Light poetry. |
The reflection made of me a hidden sight to see like shadows in a dream float hesitant downstream. Water rocking chair, clouds drifting in the air while lullabies of sorrow smooth this tousled hair. Soul adrift and troubled, cries meek and mildly muffled, 'til whispered Words of comfort hush the silent struggle. _____________________________ Written for an inspirational campfire creative for poetry:
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