Evening Primrose

4 evening primrose

Then wild flowers sprouted from my pores

And nothing about me was safe

My tongue knew no mercy

Not even a single blink would emit from the mahogany of my widened eyes

I’ve awakened

Ordained by the angels at the holy gates of the present moment

Surrender to the now

Meet me here

 

By Janell Hihi

Copyright@2016

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