A lavender sky unfurls before me
its plumes shifting
imperceptibly
while the sunrise
pends at my back.
The delicate white wings
flutter just above the dewey grass revealing
silently
the city of fairy moths
welcoming today.
The myths of me and mine
echo quietly
with the rhythm
of my hollow heart
as the bruised horizon
brightens blue.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
A lavender sky unfurls before me
its plumes shifting
imperceptibly
while the sunrise
pends at my back.
The delicate white wings
flutter just above the dewey grass revealing
silently
the city of fairy moths
welcoming today.
The myths of me and mine
echo quietly
with the rhythm
of my hollow heart
as the bruised horizon
brightens blue.
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