Krissy Mosley Ministries

Sheep-less Day 13) Napowrimo Riddle

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A fiery-baptism

softens each wayward night

Speaking in tongues

of my ancestors-kin

laying under each stoney-neck

Purging the confessions of the wind

  Swinging clicks

stroke of cotton

lead astray

One hundred and eighty degrees

 I believe.

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  1. Kiana Donae Avatar
    Kiana Donae

    Nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love the title too. Beautiful write

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      kneal1

      thank you

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    breakdownchick

    Beautiful!

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      kneal1

      thank you Maria..

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