Theresa Ann Moore - Reflections

The words that flow bring to light
Reminiscing thoughts in the night
Riding on the back of a gray beast
Prowling and revealing the deceased

Flying with wings crimson and amber
Thrashing within the hissing clamor
Escaping from the gravitational pull
Reflecting upon a past that is plentiful

From a self contained shell…hatching
Magnetically seeking and attracting
Tunneling into the burrows of the mind
Gathering red roses soaked in brine

Theresa Ann Moore

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