If perfect triads twist our mind, reality is waltzing (on earth as it is in heaven) while one plus two plus three is always six, a double three (the rhythm of our steps) in perfect harmony with our spirits (unfolding symphonies of senseless sounds) filling the gaps between the words (a seamless canvas paints).
Tag: water
Rasping blades, the cruel savage wields without a word in a world of fearless anger. Birds still sing and fly and nest. Thank you, Free Verse Revolution! You can read the poem here: https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2019/11/01/around-daniela-marin/ Featured image from Pixabay