Flower wings,
dance in these minds
of self-focus,
cool air brushes
rainbow fields
woosh
dancing hearts
until mind bursts
with the feathered ladies
and baby ducklings waddling
in the rivers of an artist's colours;
passion.
Muse, take me into flight,
flower wings and fuzz.
8/28/14
Copyright: Lilly S.
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Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
