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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.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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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.
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