at the edge of the earth's cold crust
one hundred cinnamon crows
fell from their copper cages
settling around the crumbling calm
their feathers started to cascade carelessly
slowly mutating into tiny cambric cherubs
that flew into the cyan clouds
their wings flapping in citrus chills
sweeping everything into their crustal circle
assimilating everything in cardiac cuttings
until we are all mere shimmers in their celestial constellation
Others in the series that I have written:
A is for...Alone
B is for...Ballad
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Weekend Wordsmith: Chimera
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March 20, 2010
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Thats so lovely, so pretty and so meaningful
Posted by: Jason | March 23, 2010 at 01:02 PM
@Jason: Thank you. It's very sweet of you to say.
Posted by: lissa | March 23, 2010 at 03:24 PM