Cold shivers stab deeply

Crimson beads drip

Horizons glimmer in this Icelandic enigma, reflecting

The story unfolds like a rose in the morning dew…

And the heart bangs, quickening

Like classical music to the ears

We have come so far…

Time to lie down

Repair the wounds

To accept, and merge as one…

Sultry moods blend in magical recluse now

As we dance poetically, sublimely…

Casting shadows as the sun reclines

We meet at the edge once and again…

Sweet is the intoxication of this never-ending lullaby…


Angelique L. Jenkins


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