Like a whisper,
she fell from his lips
and before he could wipe
the dust of her off
the edge of his sword–
she arose
like a sigh,
like a third day rose…
trading swords
for sunbeams
blooming on dew
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Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Wow! This is stunning. I love the allusion to the resurrection in that third day rose. The opening lines are breathtaking and the rest of this piece speaks to the soul.
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Coming from one who writes such beautiful poetry as you do, I appreciate your encouragement … thanks:)
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You humble me, Kae. You write so beautifully. You are most welcome 😊
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Beautiful!
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