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I am grateful to write,
what would I do
If I couldn’t
Write?
Writing is my wings on fire
my Crisco
my shea butter
my spicy crackle
my closet dance
Writing – gets me to be me!
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She has flown beyond the cusp of the sun
her wings,her tears,her call,her eyes
navigate between the sky and I
miraculous splendor to share in microspec
earthly bread – reach heaven’s gate
and return
with
ease…
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She rolled back
her emerald curls
Gave way for wonders oozing and
miracles
infinite speed-
with my eyes I can see.
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Clear and cloudy
half torn and valued
She held a hearty smile.
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My tears
are happy
sharpened with diamonds,
sketching around hymns
in gardens
that call me home.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 