Tag: spoken word

• Thought Rising

  

  I am nebulous A fistful of dreams As wispy as air Rising like steam   I am the salt On a sea breeze Cascading over rocks With thunderous ease   I hover in the sound of crickets at night Linger in the palette   of day’s ending light   I rise on the roar of…

  Sharlene Zeederberg

  March 24, 2020

  Poetry

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