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written by: Becca Lotus



The linger of smoldering sage
Nestled in a shimmering abalone shell
Atmosphere cleansed, still, renewed
Dreamy bohemian cuts through the silence
Anklet bells chiming against her silken skirt
Harvest moon crowning her through
the dusty windowpane
Illuminating silver cobwebs and raven locks
Promising change

Becca Lotus

Becca Lotus

Becca Lotus is a writer, nature photographer and abstract artist. Creating multidisciplinary works of art is her treasured respite. She resides in Southern California with her husband and three young children.
Becca Lotus

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