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Batwings Fly With Secrets
Her eyes fell to the darkness
Like cyclonic windfalls
…Torrential they were.
Where even her soul cried out loud
For some salvation under fire bridges
Where she burned her betrayer’s passions
Cremating those memories of sorrow…
Disbelief claims ownerships
And left her impoverished with truth
But void of its destructive pathways
Footing under self rising clouds
Where batwings fly with secrets
…And the rabid thoughts die out loud!!
© Vickie L. McColley
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poetic literature creations poeticizing words through millennial metaphorical muses delving inside the nectars of biblical scriptures, philosophies of the integral soul, and too the emotional tides of love, be they desirous saturations of the romancing romantics, or the rhapsodies of devotion announcing love’s beautiful bounty into the visionary seers constantly whispering their delectable clues…quoting the quotable upon the archaic balladeers of poetry: THE LIVING SOUL
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