Sublimity

"Time to leave," said she

as her heart felt of age

and the nest felt like echoes

simply slipped off the page



so the babe shed her feathers

of soft black down

and doth wore instead

a silky white gown



from the nest to the sky

she could reach far and wide

'cause swans fly up high
with no desire to hide



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-02-08 at 11:00

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