Fingers delicately strong from her music
Are Clutched around a sacred tome
Wisps of a breeze trailing her brisk pace
She takes in all and even more
The pulled away look keeps them away
A film of clouds across her eye
The smallest fragments of a world
Churning shards of far away
Yielding the bounty of fresh new lives
That dance and entwine like a tapestry
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2017 17:18
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Comments1
love it
Thanks man glad you do
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