Friday, May 3, 2019

Some nights (Day 835)

some nights   when sweet fields 

of grass sway beneath the shadow 

of the moon   she finds herself 


her own 

voice a perfect crystal  

ringing like 

a bell in her ears   burning trails 

across the low-hanging 

wine-washed sky 

like sunlight slicing through 

green water   and she knows   

this is what it feels like 

to choose and be chosen in return

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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