Saturday, November 18, 2017

2: Her (Day 304)

Rising from 
the maelstrom  grim 
and gray  hurling itself
on shattered shores 
beneath a sky ripped
wide open  clouds
torn asunder by wind
gone astray  she finds 
her shallow footing 
firm   unfurls 
apple-blossom wings. 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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