Shaking ground
Changing towns
I am southward bound.
Pandora's hopes, found
I reflect, astound.
Seen within a circle, round
Purpose spirals stars, unwound
Re-weaving finer fortune's clouds
To rain the past a shroud.
Settling thunder, loud
Articulated heart resounds.

Leanne Margaret © 2014


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