The Sweetness of What we Birthed

Creation starts with one word
– let –
let us breathe new ones
to bring about a living time,
a world of green rhythm,
a world of blue rhyme,
a cadenced place to dance
where the shadows are made of light
and we sing to each other at night
of the sweetness of what we birthed

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