Pandora Escapes
Unto My Hands
time exists in my hands
as dreams escalate to wilderness
born from the ages of prodigy
where wordsmith come
in the breathing dawn
to the free cycles
of wind, of water, of fire
saving the hourglass of all-giving
on the day i become
a reality.
time exists in my hands
as dreams escalate to wilderness
born from the ages of prodigy
where wordsmith come
in the breathing dawn
to the free cycles
of wind, of water, of fire
saving the hourglass of all-giving
on the day i become
a reality.
Caroline Nazareno, a.k.a. Ceri Naz, a contessa of her dreams
coming to reality, has been reading at World Poetry New Westminster and a
featured poet at the Word on the Street (WOTS) Vancouver. Her poem “The song my
heart sings” was featured in KIRAZ HABERTRAK Magazine in Turkey, where
respected Turkish poets, writers, filmmakers, musicians and literary editors
were featured monthly.
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