Yesterday
I saw a poem,
Fluttering
in the breeze.
It
uncovered its great wings,
And
soared high up into the clouds.
It
swayed with the whispering wind,
Teetering
and tottering.
It
circled the tallest mountain peaks,
And
dove into the churning seas.
Then
it folded its great wings,
And
slithered into the shadows,
Hiding
under rocks and shrunken between the trees.
It
lies dormant, yet alert,
Waiting
to be discovered.
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