Weightless, we’re soaring The wind will exonerate just as it scatters side lined by seashore, we are wrapped in a whisper. silver wing troubadours saluting the infinite eluding the wave towers we break dance the time zone. Sand sanctioned figurines scribblings from finger art drawing our heart house inflating our flat lines. Let's toast the wind tonight as it siphons our shadow, forsaken of obstacles weightless, we're soaring
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue, helping to tend to a cat colony in the neighborhood. She lives by a beach town, which provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her latest collection of poetry is “On the whims of the crosscurrents,” published by Red Wolf Editions.
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