Epiphany's Circulate

Destined Perspectives

The sun.

lights my mind. 

Epiphanys  circulate, 

through my veins, 

down my arm 

meeting my hand

gifting life. 

Red ink,   

dripping words, 

forming lines,  

breathing warmth,

to frozen words. 

Words I once 

denied in the 

darkness 

of my mind, 

under the 

light of 

the moon. 

  • Author: Destined Perspectives (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2024 11:20
  • Category: Reflection
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