Shannon M. Thompson

(Antioch, GA, USA)

Bow In Strife

In a discerning character, born to nature's eye;
Waters onus soldiers unmottedly pass by. With the essence of void, in it's flowing manes;
The hematite glass, mirrors the stoop, it claims. Misty waves spread like wings, to transcend;
Beyond this tombstone, where rivers drowned and bend. Marking the gibbous reach, of eternity's battleground,
Where chancy perils entreatment is renowned. In a wayward time's ideal invitation:
Amending a sacred journey's dictation. The sun stained

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