The Heron
A pale light came before me,
sailing slowly, enclosing me.
It was a heron, fragile being--
Her white hair flowed over mine,
a touch of the heaven`s stars
A divinity felt through my heart,
as she looked into my eyes--
Splendor fell upon my soul,
as I`ve seen her purity grow.
Brian Strand Premiere Contest
30 Dec 2017
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