Soft

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Written by Antagony on 11 Jun 2017 10:52.

Soft
Like fingertips
Cross my skin
Danceful fluttering
In the wind.
Mistral debonair
Streaking sky
Mottled wear
From on a high.
Gathered up
In dozing down
Vivid plume of
Cardinal gown.
Dashing, dusting
Fleecy comb
Doffing fringes
Pen to tome.
Gone to lark
Soar swift and swim
On nestled lofter
Along a limb.

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