Prediction
A Magickal One line Poem
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

The incense brumes revolve around her waist
And the air cries how bright is the future that lies
On her hair locks.
- A response to Nancy’s one-line prompt. Thanks to Kathy Jacobs

The incense brumes revolve around her waist
And the air cries how bright is the future that lies
On her hair locks.
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