I lay me down
in the sweet arms of death
only to feel the breeze of life
waft by ~ in caressing drifts.
Conflicts of direction
play impedance to my wings
allowing ~ flight ~ once more.
Swooping skywards
the view has anticipation
starstudded ~ in my
backwards glance.
(c) ZYDHA HART Nov 2008
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