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beginning of new poem
With wings that whisper softly softly though the night, gently gliding gliding on the purest light, a gossamer sigh slips through the night, as with wings of darkest dusk sliding through the moon-bright night, dust motes brushed aside, caressed by wings of glory glory,
Published 6th May 2014
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- Edited 7th May 2014 00:20am
6th May 2014 10:34pm
A very dark poem, in the sense that you're describing night's silky smoothness. Is this poem about night as seen through the eyes of a moth?
It's a little short for my liking, this one, but is this because it's only a beginning?
If so, your covered!
It's a little short for my liking, this one, but is this because it's only a beginning?
If so, your covered!
7th May 2014 7:37am
