Perched on the wings of a lullaby,
free to caress the blue abyss,
pulse flutters in response
to dreams of freedom
While errant thoughts
creep black and white
into somber musings
She envisages her tomorrows
Perched on the wings of a lullaby, creep black and white into somber musings
She envisages her tomorrows Author notesHaven't written in forever......trying to get the hang of this again! A contest entry
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