Crossing Over
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*by Fatima Ray*
At eighteen waiting for the light to turn green at the intersection in the
big city thirty miles from home. Observing all the people waiti...
1 year ago
As the night falls like a glossy drape of black
crepuscular muses forgather for a bath of neon
for like the evening their lives are fleeting.
Festive flapping, summoned by the streetlights;
minute dusts of silver fall like quiesced rain,
showcasing unknowingly such soundless marvel.
At the crest of their being beauty is spotlighted
before the day breaks its first light,
and their once sublime flight morphs into a dream.
Photography by Kokorokoko of the Philippines. Please click here to view the owner’s Flickr page. Thanks!
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Yvonne.
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