Wednesday, February 29, 2012

SHE FLIES

Now she came sailing down,
with her wings spread out.
Through clouds that frown,
and icy flakes that sprout.

Gliding in the vast open,
out from wilderness free.
She sweeps now and then,
below clouds, above the tree.

Scent of the distant lands,
she carries the charm of it.
She placed herself on my hands,
with love in sight and no retreat.


Prasenjit©1997-2012

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