When I Called Her Name
When I called her name,
her breath,
lit up the face of night
and a Star sparked in her Soul!
She, turned her skin over
and saw life, moving through
her bones-
He, whispered into white crisp air
he said, "The sky begins at your feet..."
Then, he stole a glimpse
of her raw being
vulnerable, yet devastatingly bold.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
her breath,
lit up the face of night
and a Star sparked in her Soul!
She, turned her skin over
and saw life, moving through
her bones-
He, whispered into white crisp air
he said, "The sky begins at your feet..."
Then, he stole a glimpse
of her raw being
vulnerable, yet devastatingly bold.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
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