Flight

A poem.

Wings like eyelashes

flutter pearlescent

white and gray when

catching the light now

lost behind the clouds,

a fleeting flirtation with

the sun gone in the

blink of an eye.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...