My eyes wonder amongst the astral brightness in a Souillac moonlight silence.
I saw an angel trapped within the alphabet of stars beyond the sunrays. I chose
to weave its wings with verses from sandy waves. A symphony of murmurs and tremors
to fill its pulses. The artistry of contemplative energies set the angel free
with poetic wings. It chose not to flap its newly found freedom to soar beyond
the moons. The angel wings glided towards the stillness of waves onto the sandy
shore that fed its spirit. Such is the effortless elegance of poetic charms
that dwells within the mundane that we tread so carefree - poetic sands of time
amidst the fury of our lives.
Sadek RUHMALY
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