Peace Lies Dreaming: Poetry



In the carnival,
I am multifaceted,
vibrant with color,
infused with melancholy
and an ache for something
more exquisite than
the ordinary

Because I am mother 
and maiden
and crone,
I am novice,
adept and sage
I am all these things
yet none of them


Riding the cresting waves 
of creativity

Inside where peace
lies dreaming...

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