Friday, February 3, 2017

#NaHaiWriMo2017 - day three

struggling small, brown bird
its wing awkwardly bent back
doesn't make a sound

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the weight of silence
whisper of sleeve against wood
the unexpected embrace


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in the midst of grief
such beauty. surrounded by glory
all the golden saints



clouds of incense
the great cloud of witnesses
the room so empty