Stormy times
The lightning runs free
breaks the tree
slow exchange
From wilderness will to change
rainbows cover me
I give light
A token of peace
within me
reaches out
A stirring fills me throughout
budding gift to flout
Eyelids stir
remembrance of days
when we were
twined relays
My feathers offer solace
I dwell within grace
Reading of the poem:
I thought I should share what sunrise looks like from my balcony so added this as an afterthought. I am yet to take a full video of the time from night to dawn and transform it into a timelapse piece. Meanwhile I hope you like the below:
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