receding blue


A Feather Apart

Two doves covered in white Take shelter inside from winter’s first bite. A beak chirping for two Tongues a string of promises holding my heart’s key for you. The entangled freedom of love’s plight Is a phenomenon understood not, until wings soar in the receding blue high above mts’ climb, where purity and passion collide. The sun and I will …Continue reading →

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