A Month with Yeats : Day Twenty-Two

from ‘He Hears the Cry of the Sedge’.

‘I wander by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats

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as I meander this forsaken place
a star wakes up from its sleep
giving light to my precious grace
tossing sentiment that is so deep
and the water is so refreshing
animals awake, with gentle breeze
perhaps some answers to my asking
and the heavens tenderly agrees

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month with Yeats : Day Twenty-Two, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #22

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