©2022 Michael Raven
owls in the trees
carry me calling
drawn to lichen plated
turquoise days
and dancing skies
you and me
until the green ice
turns and breaks free
of the
tortoise
shell
dream
words | spirit | alchemy
©2022 Michael Raven
owls in the trees
carry me calling
drawn to lichen plated
turquoise days
and dancing skies
you and me
until the green ice
turns and breaks free
of the
tortoise
shell
dream
It is a very nice poem, about getting out of ourselves. I thank you 💙🙏
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You’re very welcome. 😊
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