Daylight,
Whispers of butterfly wings --
Poetically poignant --
Fragile;
And free --
A living ode,
To the majestic messiah of tattoos and Haikus,
A --
Ballad of liberation and
Transformation.
Delicate;
Newly
Born --
A metamorphosis of possibility.
Waiting to fly -
By night.
A moth,
Seduced by firelight.
I will burn hope.
Into an urn of,
Blackened ash.
About the Creator
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The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato4 days ago in Fiction
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