Broken Wing
Tackle puller I ; past diverse suffer
Light, I saw today on a stage dancer
Twirling her hands up, in air ; awake
Gazed I in tear ; for precious still be
Like no-never-other have seen alike
No motion split time no wing broke
Not one fallen step by spirit or mind
Ay, I plea what I saw was all the real
And now I flee, where she dance me
21/04/2017
Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2017
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