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Night-Flying

I drift aloft with gossamer wings, slowly slanting toward the moon, beaming with its nimbus glow. Like me, it seems to shift positions, darting between forms and shadows, darkened slopes and rounded hills. Shimmering streams grow mute below us, sending clear, sweet twinkles skyward— forever gracing souls in flight.

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Line Gauthier

Date: 6/4/2021 9:13:00 PM

Wow ~ what an awesome performance: your poem, your reading and the imagery, Carol ~

Carol Mays
Date: 6/7/2021 9:23:00 PM

Thank you. I spent a whole summer creating 20 very short videos. This was one of them.

Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 5/8/2019 12:05:00 AM

Shimmering streams grow mute below us,/sending clear, sweet twinkles skyward—/forever gracing souls in flight./// excellent poetic expression

Carol Mays
Date: 5/8/2019 1:03:00 PM

Thank you, Mahtab.