Grooming
it's like getting dressed for a new journey
there is an angel beside me
grooming my wings
she knows I'm excited
she knows the old layers have been shed
shrivelled in the garden
like a snake skin
fertilising new souls
as I move on without knowing
without needing to know
so new is this to me
as I smile at her beside me
grooming
Poetry by Eli

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Written on 2009-07-21 at 06:44




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