en pointe (wooden floor).

Her feet dare

her feet shiver
the wooden floor

with all

the windows

from the light

softly draped over

the wall
like melancholic

Her feet dare

her feet linger
on the tiptoes

of the earth

spinning ’round,
her bare

feet, they skim

the curtains,
lift the sun

caught in the seams

like the evanescing

smoke on the wings

of an angel,












Photo: CHATTY OWL ~ http://chattyowl.com/


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