Poetry

Murder

by Serena Mossgraves

A murder takes flight
on wings of shadow
against a field of
the purest white
towards an azure sky.
I find myself wanting
to join them,
spreading wings and
taking flight.

The extreme beauty
in the difference
between the
shadow and the light,
fills the world
with wistful imagination.

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