I'm really not getting enough of her, totally addicted to her flow of words. Here is one more poem I'm currently reading, from her latest collection of poems 'September Love' by Lang Leav.
The World Is Mine :
Something imperceptible has shifted
like a stone lodged between two worlds
Shook loose with barely a sigh
I lost my way for awhile
but I am back where I belong
Every sound and syllable trembles with meaning
Words rearranging themselves for me
In an ever-changing dance
This is the end of an endless drought
The rain streams down my cheeks
I weep with joy
Throw my hands in the air
Everything is righting itself
and the world is mine again. _____ Lang Leave.
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