Monday, 4 May 2015

Her feathers

Under the flickering daylight
In the silence of night 
The candles burnt 
Burnt to light 
For the world in her beautiful eyes 
Weaving feathers to fly .


But the shadows had their eyes
Upon the mighty wings she wove
In darkness of  a new moon night 
They gently slipped in her abode 
Night howled with each scream 
Once again shadows won over dreams.

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