Pandora Escapes Unto My Hands (Where Mystery Lies) Poem by Ceri Naz
Pandora Escapes Unto My Hands (Where Mystery Lies)
time exist in my hands
as dreams escalate to wilderness
born from the ages of prodigy
where wordsmith come
in the breathing dawn
to the free cycles
of wind
of water
of fire
saving the hourglass of all-giving
on the day
i become
a reality.
Mystery is time Time is mystery Will I ever see My life’s progidy oh where does my mystery lies.......
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4/30/2024 10:14:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Ceri, Just wanted to say, this is really an incredible write... I was swept away by your words... pure Magic! I will definitely read more...; -) Kelly