The Living Word

We set our hearts

on edge,

The shadows lifted from

our breath,

Dreams in blood woven

– saw it,

Climbing in to the sky,

Like the glowing sun.

It rose. It flew.

We held it in our own eyes,

The last tears falling

And the page was

A white desert no more.

Todays best new poem was written by Sucheta Sankar.

 

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