In the Mist of the Waterfall

20200531_132117In the mist of the waterfall, in the rush

of water cooled air,

a voice spoke softly, melting

my scars, breaking

the stones yet remaining,

within my heart

creating a new wing……

and then I lifted

into the clouds

once again.

       

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

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