By The Meander!
written by: Christina Lawrence
By the meander,
She laid her head gently,
On turf.
smooth and damp.
The nape of her neck,
Felt that chill.
Caused by,
Blades of dew.
a slight shiver,
in nerve.
Yet, perfectly etherized,
By the smell of,
sweet lilac, and
The Hymn of fizzles,
Made her brace,
Freshness.
A strange breeze,
Yet soothing,
Felt her,
And gave her soul,
a clear sweep.
She cradled in peace!
Christina Lawrence is a teacher by profession and a writer by passion. She's an author, a pioneering short story writer, and a blogger. She is celebrated amongst her kith and kin for her compassionate nature and her artistry in painting and handicrafts. Her passion is to see through people and live a purpose-driven life. She is a firm believer and follower of Christ, and owes all her success to God. She also believes poetry is not about the superior 'she', but, empathizing with the vulnerable, capturing their state of emotions and ending it with a glimmer of hope.
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