Slow steps. Don’t run away.

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The night unfolds like the wings of a black swan

The feathers cascade down the side of its body, like a velvet curtain

The pale moonlight pours down like acid.

The weary bird lowers it head, oblivious,

To beauty.

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By Kim T.

(Inspired to write really short poems these days…)

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2 comments

  1. slpmartin · April 6, 2011

    Very vivid imagery within these lines.

  2. swanrose · April 6, 2011

    ok so the picture of the Black Swan caught my attention 🙂 My blog is BlackSwanPoetry. 🙂 But I do really like this. very nice and not everything has to be long to be good.

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