The Mysterious Medium
She speaks in whispers soft as sighsAnd shouts out loud to darkened skies
Cloaking what we cannot see
In shrouds of purple mystery
Her candle flickers long alight
A beacon in the silent night
Illuminating without clarity
Blurred lines of poetry.
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2015-10-18 at 16:51
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