Tuesday 23 June 2020

Flow of Catharsis : A Poem

Oh, to breathe
fragrant divinity
in crisp, unblemished
zephyrs that hold
lessons in antiquity,
teach rugged rural lore,
an essence of living.

In the river, I sheathe
my raw liberty,
as sparkles in untamed
warmth of gold
reach in entirety,
each eager pore
of my blissful being.

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