WingA Poem by Lola Nad
A beating Wing
Just like the beating of the Heart Regular Unchanging Soothing. Only a slight disturbance in the air Nothing more Nothing less. A slight rippling of light Coming down on the Crow Black against Black Matte against Light A beating Wing
Just like the beating of the Heart A never ending flight Black as the Wing of the Crow. © 2016 Lola Nad |
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