A flicker
of cerulean
swoops beneath the boughs
of towering pines
against the sky.
Wings, a silent whisper.
Dream, not quite come true.
Shadow, on my mind.
Memory
in blue.
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09 Friday Oct 2015
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inA flicker
of cerulean
swoops beneath the boughs
of towering pines
against the sky.
Wings, a silent whisper.
Dream, not quite come true.
Shadow, on my mind.
Memory
in blue.
Read about my friends here http://buff.ly/1wyjiKS