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| A quote as inspiration... |
I have lost my sense of direction.
Once, like every little bee
with her magnetic heart, I knew
which way was north, could navigate
my flight through hurricanes, locate your open arms
in honeyed nights, and sleep despite the sting.
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| @skyloverpoetry |
For Magaly's Weekend Challenge, a Cherita form poem, combining prompts:
Toni's "Poetry begins with a lump in the throat", and a prompt of mine from last October,
Notebook Poetry
