Image by Jan Marczuk from Pixabay

I

weep near

ancient bones

buried chambers

glow with amber light

Old seeds carpet the floor

I feel strange things hide in here

my thoughts spiral with those before

a strong feeling of deep holiness

Invisible hands caress my cool skin

©AnitaDawes2024


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7 responses to “The Sunday Whirl as an Etheree… #Poetry”

  1. Nicely done, Anita!

    1. Thanks, Annette… 💖

  2. Such a beautiful expression. Love it!

    1. Thank you so much, Jan… 💖

  3. This is so beautifully written. It felt as if I was there.

    1. That was lovely to hear, Kymber… 💖

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