Run the music magically,
let the notes full shine,
sing the wonder deeply;
tease the stilted mind.
Hear the message flimsy,
know it is a truth,
soul does speak in silence;
trips up doubt as proof.
Three, the sacred number,
life's trilogy bespoke,
trace the Goddess line;
Mother, Maiden, Crone.
Tire not of the work,
let time call you on,
be the servant dutiful;
honouring her song.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/wordle-300/
Three is certainly a magic number.. you do it much justice here
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful rhythmic piece of poetry and joy to read.
ReplyDeleteNice flow, like strumming hums.
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