Words

Cywydd Llosgyrnog

DiAmaya Dawn
Apr 12, 2019 · 1 min read
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Words, absorbed from the mind, the pores,
Treasured, hidden behind shut doors
Weapons of yours, armed condemns
Use them, throw them, sharp-edged arrows
Masked guards in old, defunct barrows
Seeds in fallows, veils of gems

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Reader, writer, editor, poet, dancer, music addict. Japanophile, pluviophile and attracted by darkness. Part normal, part Greek. www.diamayadawn.com

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