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A Stranger Time MAG

April 6, 2022
By hellothere300 BRONZE, Weston, Connecticut
hellothere300 BRONZE, Weston, Connecticut
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A far-flung call
Of trumpets
Beckons me away, seems
To scatter my thoughts
They fly
Like a flock of
Terrified birds
Myriad forms
Melting into the deepening
Horizon velveteen
They descend
Roosting in some
Imperturbable wood
Of lengthening shadow
I have lost sight
of them now
Hands aloft
I catch only
Drifting feather and song
A tear stirs
The matted undergrowth
May we meet again
In a stranger place
At a stranger time 



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Afra ELITE said...
on Apr. 25 2022 at 7:24 pm
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Favorite Quote:
"A writer must never be short of ideas."
-Gabriel Agreste- (Fictional character- Miraculous)

Amazing choice of words!!! Love this!!! ⭐⭐⭐