And as a traveler
Riding Her Horse
The whitest of white,
The bluest of the blue,
She the Goddess dropped Her dew
Like a prayer answered in her
Usual Holy manner...
Not a single word did She waste
Not a small time did She keep unblessed...
And so sang the road
Again as if the rains
Writeups did send,
Writeups like french,
Thanking Her
As a prayer ...
The road sang
As if on wet poems
Got born...
Poems
Where souls sublimate
Images
Where
Kindness divine like trace...
Always.
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