the things we carry
as we fly
blindly
towards the filament of sun
our very own
mirror map mirage
beckoning
from cloud
carved by wing
and strength’s
survival
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 7
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 7th, 2015 at 10:29 am
Lovely, encouraging words and absolutely perfect image.
April 12th, 2015 at 3:30 am
you know those birds, don’t you ~