Saturday, February 10, 2007

Through fiery fog flutters and flies
The most resilient of spirits -
My soul

I think of you now,
My feathered wings of black and blue

Healed by a four beat cadence
Hoof on hard earth
Or beats of my heart
and your head on my shoulder

Cradles for my gentle essence
Hope for the healing of my bruised wings

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