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The Wings
There was a prison that I turned into a medicine wheel.
Sometimes there was the sunshine
That makes its way into the crevices and cracks
Seeming to pause in perception and explode in the creation of a moment.
One day…
A dragonfly…
Followed the pathway of the sunshine
Landing in the colored wave lengths of the grass
In the place where I stood – As space met time and spiraled.
I gazed in wonder
As the sunlight glittered and gleamed on the parafin cherubim wings.
As the being seemed to look at me and say:
“Never stop believing in the magic.”
And the being stood there before me flying away but never flew away.
Published 3rd Jun 2021
Author's Note
Some of my thoughts on writing. This is based on an observation I made some time ago but never discussed with anyone.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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I love your impetus via your author's note and the resulting inspired write. Sometimes it's those observations that percolate over time, turning into their own narrative..... that's of keen interest.
Ty for sharing,
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B
Ty for sharing,
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B
3rd Jun 2021 2:50pm
Yes... I have been thinking that I need to improve my author's note. :). I completely agree. Like a storehouse of symbolisms awaiting layers of meaning, confirmation and insight. Definitely of keen interest. Such marvels and miracles at the interior of the organism.
Thank you Blue!
Thank you Blue!
3rd Jun 2021 5:12pm
4th Jun 2021 3:44am
