Azura Nightsong

The Daydreamer

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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