on the periphery
her inky wings
rising above the surf
a mermaid
a woman
a bird

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motionless and in flight
sapphire and indigo vanes
made transparent by the moon
his wings
spellbound and compelled

the bluebird

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little bird
in your silence
you find your song
hushed by day
taking flight at night
silver winged stars guide your way

all the stars they couldn't see

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one of those days
when all she could hear
was the wind chime
and the leaves whisper

trees

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she
mortal with wings
a mermaid
who was born amongst sea grasses
her heart
beats the rhythm
of ghost like ships
their haunted chambers
vacuous and full of song

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all the stars they couldn't see

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one, two, three feathers fell from the nest
liquid gold dropped in an inky indigo sky
rising a bluebird or was it a phoenix took form
where are you going the trees and stars whispered
her flight
her song

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where are you going they said?
where fireflies sweep like stardust among emerald branches
bewitched by the song of the bluebird

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collecting seashell like leaves
weaving their broken copper threads
across indigo skies

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searching for crayola pens like treasures amongst ice cream boxes of broken pencils
rain tapping on tired window panes louder than the school clock
drawing, colouring in ships, flowers, mountains, birds...
freedom.

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born between summer and autumn
at dusk, when the sunflowers had stopped winding their way to the sun
haunted by the dragonflies
compelled to run
past the wheat fields
past the roses
somewhere in a clearing
he whispered to the snowdrops their life just begun

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she said quiet
is not the absence of noise
but the refuge of dreams
and the presence of stars

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What happens to the fallen stars?
the moon asked the ocean...

they float downstream
and play amongst the rushes
like fireflies at dusk

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