Bequeath Her
written by: Eoghan Lyng
@eoghanlyng
Just like the star stained sky that lights me,
Brightens and finds me,
With the ground beneath her,
It bequeath her.
And like the flowered wind that wavers,
She quivers, and braves it,
And the air above her,
It loves her.
So many years have passed through,
So many years she’s waited for the truth,
From the star skirt behind me,
Blinds me, tries me,
Simmer,
She calls within her.
Eoghan Lyng is an Irish man and sometime writer. He lives in Glasgow, having written from the perspective from Cork, Madrid and Prague. He has written for OutlawPoetry, VadaMagazine and FromTheLighthouse.
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