Soul and Life -wattys 2019

fifty eight

the meliorism grew darker by the evening,

as the celestial bodies whelved in phenomenal

pain, the dysenia of the sun stayed longer

till the moon dissapeared in vain.

the oracle bestowed magnificently

as the dawn came near,

lucid breezes touched the stained skin

kissing the winter away from cold,

when the dawn shut opened its eyes

for the first time, the summer

broke out in the misty land of stones