Noir Art
Wildflowers and clovers
Grew
Where she shed her skin
Donning her feathers
Flew
As her freedom began
Soaring the clouds
Above
She just disappeared
Whispering sweet nothings
Of
A love swallowed by fear
Birds flock together
While
The moon finds its song
Whippoorwills seem to
Smile
As her heart sings along
Now one with nature
Lost
She vanished like a breeze
Becoming
As wild as the wind through the trees
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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