Summon The Skies Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Summon The Skies



The call’ s a wake
The earth will bloom
In Muse of Spheres
Summon the brightest
The call is ripe
Like fruits of autumn
Pregnant by dawn
Hear it coming
Hear it calling
Through sunrise dusk
See it glowing

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