The Host
- Words Among Trees
- Oct 30, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 10, 2020
Darkness, the spiral
that bleeds through light, the vessel.
Infinity bound.
Therein, stars shudder.
Mystical insight vibrates
in forgotten womb.
The vessel breathes out
an array of pastel tones,
submerged in pale calm.
Poetry©Words Among Trees
Image - Pixabay
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