T R A N S P I R E D

27~ A Winged Beauty

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A WINGED BEAUTY

His body a soft ivory,

Glistened as he rose,

From under the water.

Oh, an ocean full of water.

It didn’t occur to me how he did,

Or why his wings weren’t wet.

They were huge whites,

Spanning triple his arm length,

Such whites you’d have never seen,

Linings of silver bordered it,

Stood so far from, was all I could see.

I hoped he wouldn’t notice me,

As I turned heartbreakingly away,

Tiptoeing, extra careful as
I walked in dismay,

Within the forest,
I’d lost myself the past hour.

It wasn’t a scary venture,

It was quite soothing with mother nature,

The animals though not friendly,

Were curious, not so arrogantly.

I’d simply smile at them,

With an obvious delusion
they’d smile back.

I shake my head laughing at myself,

I couldn’t forget the winged guy,

How it arose, dripping crystal water,

As if the droplets he touched,

Turned into pearled beauties.

What could he be doing here?

How was he here?

  Maybe, I hit my head...

And while I’m unconscious...

   I dream of this...

🌞

The sun shone directly above me,

Blinding me for a second,

Before my hands rose shielding me.

I wondered how I found my way out,

When I couldn’t for the past many hours,