Some nights I must draw a line,
a demarcation where dreams
and subconscious bend perception
to shape reality.
In my savage dreams I peel back my skin
press bristles of feathers through my bones
take to the sky on a fury of wings
searching for you among our harem of clouds.
art by Karol Bak
Beautiful picture in your words 🙂
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So wonderful. I reblogged it so more people could fall in love with your poetry.
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