The sword hangs above –
Mantel – put safely away,
But eyes caress it
Palms itch its hilt to hold, grasp
Power the blade promises.
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Right or Wrong, we can
Become who we mean to be
If we follow dreams
Which take us, loving, beyond –
Familiar habitations.
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Writing the wishes
No magic ever renders
For humans are free
Souls crave every destiny,
Love guiding all that will be.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Prompt: Do you tanka?
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