And the clouds crumbled to feathers
silent and graceful as gliding swans.
This short poem was in response to a TopTweetTuesday prompt.
And the clouds crumbled to feathers
silent and graceful as gliding swans.
This short poem was in response to a TopTweetTuesday prompt.
This is utterly beautiful “crumbled to feathers” – masterful crashing together of textures
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