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lily-clouds

of fear

enwrap me.

fog streamers

over cliff face

vertigo-peering.

breakers crashing

wearing at rock of

ages; I stretch

wings unfurled

from angel bones

like fledgling in

birdcage of my ribs.

brittle sea-diamonds blur

blue on blue horizon line.

first flight. (44 words)

For twiglet 35: lily-clouds and d’verse poets quadrille #37, be not afraid: fear

image: teamXris via pixabay.com

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