She walks like the wind that cradles her wings,
She hides from it all until the skies let her sing.
Underneath her pillows she lays her head to sleep,
Under the clouded skies of mountains deep.
She lives in a cumbersome shapeless form,
A break of dawn with poems forelorn.
A breath of dawn does break her still,
Alive she wakes perfectly until.
She captivates the wind of her mindless sight,
A graceful swan soon to see light.
She draws near to the distant sky,
Alone she drifts til morning is nigh'.
Please tell me what you think, be honest
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Wow.
This poem, it's really beautiful. I love how fleeting and transparent the images seemed to be. There one minute, gone the next. Very nicely written. ^-^
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