Our souls live these seasons at least once in life, if not more. Beautifully scripted

… shadow
Pretenders to the dawn
Pretenders to that gleaming throne
Enslaved by rustic deeds befallen
Augured mysteries — yet unformed
And drenched in that hoary light reborn
Entranced by love’s untutored heart
And blinded by daybreak’s delight
They set upon dark night’s collusions
With forlorn hope, a strange illusion
Adrift in their own choosing
Waste In Shadow
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Apr 3, 2022
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Our souls live these seasons at least once in life, if not more. Beautifully scripted
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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