She Be a Poet – Sacred Sage

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Sage burns in dank dark corners, my mind is set alight

Flickering, sparking, glowing; long into the night.

Sage speaks to me in wisdoms my ancestors got right,

Bold and brave philosophers, self-aware rational fight.

Sage smoulders in polluted air, it cleanses now I breathe,

Fragrant smoke it whispers, no more choking,

‘Arise my suffering knees.’

© Michelle Sotiriou 2019

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