Saturday, February 06, 2021

Wings

wings

hide them under my bed
fly in it only with eyes
closed, light breath
sweeps feet off
barren ground.

hide them between pages
fly in them over hills, seas
with eyes opened, words
sweep feet off
barren ground.

Des

 
 
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