Wayward they are dark and playful.
Hangs in the air enticing, beckoning.
Intimate in nature penetrating souls.
Sensually born with wings louder than screams.
Partially masked moving so sly with purpose.
Enters the ear drums creating fateful echoes.
Refuge of whispers remains forces in our memories.
Shallow it is not no matter the form.
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Author:
AgingWings22 (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2022 19:50
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
great creativity
really enjoy, unique perspectives like this
makes for such an intriguing read
thanks for sharing
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