Wings have I not
Nay a feather sprouts
Upon my back
Yet I Soar
I flutter on my silver dreams
I fly high on a web of crystal illusions
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Soft dawn
Pads on cat's toes
Quiet as a creeping mouse
The soothing music
Of the rain
Pitter patters across the roof
The delicious tingle
On my skin
The calm of the sweet
Blue sky
An accomplice
To sweet demise
