The sun streams through stain glass windows.
Golden rays catch delicate black and red wings.
Soaring loops and playful swirls on top of the crowd.
Gentle landing on a white arch above the nave.
Black on white, sleeping through the chorus.
Startled awake, flips of gossamer segments.
A whisp of air lifts the creature up.
Flying into the sea above bowed heads.
On its way out giant iron doors.
A Poem by Lizzy Woods
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About the Creator
Elizabeth Woods
My name is Lizzy and I'm a mom, an author, school teacher and an MFA creative writing graduate. I write emotion-filled fiction narratives and mental health articles. This is my website: www.elizabethwoodsauthor.com
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