The reverie of being DEVI..
Partially undone,
Scattered like stardust,
The anointed third eye,
Fingers curled into mudras,
Feet that kiss the swollen earth,
The eyelids droop
Unable to contain the raptures.
Blessing, forgiving and raw…
The reverie of
Being the DEVI
Herself…
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