Re-birth, a poem

The story of re-

birth

is a crepe paper blossom un-

folding

silence

into

words

Peace rests

in the

center

specked with light

that travels

on the wind of truth

Hear me weep a thunder-

storm. I rain

down

voice

in flashes to break

open

this brittle shell that remembers

night and the harvest

of shadows

4 thoughts on “Re-birth, a poem”

kimberlyharding

Love this.

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January 13, 2015 at 2:05 pm Reply
1. Alethea Kehas
  
  Thank you 🙂
  
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  January 13, 2015 at 2:12 pm Reply
alienorajt

Beautiful, Alethea. xxx

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January 13, 2015 at 2:48 pm Reply
1. Alethea Kehas
  
  Thank you, Ali xo
  
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  January 13, 2015 at 2:51 pm Reply