A-Mused At 5:37 Pm Pst
flits on fairy green wings
sits atop my river of dreams
sings & enchants me
tearing torn flesh from my seams
feeding this flood
a unique pattern to rhythm
a blood-fed schism
quenched
by low breaths in the lightess morning
Copyright © David Glines | Year Posted 2005
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