The Lark
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The Lark

Lightning in the Sky

In a language I’ve not heard of

Photo by haik ourfal on Unsplash

In the quiet hush of the morning
I can hardly hear your reply
Murmured in a language I’ve not heard of
Disappearing in the lightning in the sky.

The morning sky waves stutter
And stretches wings of destiny
Then breathes soft zephyrs in hushed murmurs
In her light and…

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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.