2017 Day 13 (2) – Taking Flight

When dark turns day and dreams take flight
Lovers and early birds take flight.

The world is touched with gold and rose
And shadowed purple. Sleep takes flight.

The subtle thieves who prey on hearts
Beneath night’s cover now take flight.

This precipice, a launching pad
From which, unfettered, souls take flight.

Holding no fear, my heart can soar.
Angels, like butterflies, take flight.


Notes: This one uses the prompt, to write a ghazal (or at least, my version of one!)


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