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in #poetry7 years ago

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Pen on paper, 2016


22/01/18

As daylight spills
over the horizon
to wash away stars
in waves of feathers,
we come to drown,
our aching lungs
cast into a sky of wings,
and for the first time
we can truly breathe.

Jaundré M. van Breda © 2017


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Might I suggest a title for your poem?

It speaks to me of dreams, of our happy places that we go to at the end of a tiring day. Places we go to with our love and sorrow (our aching lungs cast into a sky of wings) and dream of better places where we're happy (and for the first time we can truly breathe)

So, I see this poem as wishing good night.

Potential title: Good night. :)

Thank you for the suggestion. I like it.

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Thank you very much.

Short and sweet. Really liked it!