a tiny wire doll
She walks with winter,
sings of snow
and prays the birds will fall.
She counts the stars
three
two
one
as she swallows earthly light,
she spends ages runningsweet soliloquies in the night.
She listens to her inner Ladyspilling lies of perfect flight
and she sheds the layers day by day,counting bones to make things right.
I just thought this was worth sharing. I send this as a prayer for those who feel that they are imperfect
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trying to reach
the unreachable, unreal
flawlessness.