Evanesce

In the whisper of a moonlit stream that trickles over jagged rocks,
in the rustle of mottled deers in oak pine forests,
A layered womb pulses to infinity,
A fertile spark aches,
an eternal light flickers, waiting  to be smothered by its own sibling rays


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Regina's picture
Quite beauteous, really love the setting of a moonlit stream. "A layered womb pulses to infinity," a very intriguing line. My warmest Best Wishes for the contest :) Thank you for your kind comment

Regina

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