We Remain-Inspired By Ten Words Ten Lines Contest
It is September and I fly over the twilight with my
Brothers and sisters, luscious ripples of a moment,
Pellucid waters underneath.
We are mockingbirds escaping this menagerie
Of thoughts, pouring in, to infuse our lifeline, our
Bloodline, drinking the nectar of the Frangipani,
As it turns our feathers to acrylic and
We live, once again, in nothing but vermilion sunsets and
Rivers thick with paint.
Ancestral in a moment, we remain.
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