orgami's Diaryland Diary

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holding on

dark
tree
flutter
through the glass

the rush of air
the motor without
a care

we have destinations
in this stark
show

tilt and telescopic
thoughts

night is walking
in degrees
in deepening
rifts

lilac
and cherise

and stars
flicker
like glitter

wake
wake
from the tomb
of dream

from havens graft
stolen feathers
drifted from
the flight path

there are no end
to all beginnings

warm cuts
to style
the cold heart

2:43 p.m. - 2010-10-30

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