deepundergroundpoetry.com

she flies

in this
plush setting,
she sang
and
the morning
rose with
her voice,
like
a load
of light,
her soul
hungry,
she
lifts herself
into the
absolute air,
for
frantic breath
and she
is
driven away.
Written by wolfatthedoor1966
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 6 reads 113
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 12:56pm by Nizana
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:44pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 12:15pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:12pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Today 11:47am by Grace
POETRY
Today 7:39am by Abracadabra