Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A red feather... flown and paused...

Flowing breeze cool
Like a moist white gape
Sent her
The red red
Of a feather...
Fallen as if
From
The flight of a Bird...
A Bird
Blessed by Her
The Goddess...
The Divine whitest
As a prominence...
A sense
Music written in her
Feather...
Soft...
Flowing...


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