“Whispers of Celestial Verse: Discover the Enigmatic Poetry of Susan Marie & Mari McDade”
The stillness
of the breath of night,
a lone bird in the distance,
wailing,
calls to me,
this song.
Running along dew-damp grass,
I search for you
singing back a song of oneness,
though not of one.
Feet bare,
emerald blades brush my skin,
gently,
adding to this chorus,
a most glorious union,
a beacon of illumination,
rumbling ground,
thousands come to heed the call.
Our tribe has gathered once again.
The fireside smoke rises,
calling tired warriors back home.
Autumn permeates the air.
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