Pendulum
by Winter_Writer
While the Sun sets on the warm skin
of bright colored clouds
I’ll still not know where it rests
As in flight we do not still
Colorful feathers of birds
Rest upon my shoulders
Through sands that touch water
That ran through summer
We’ll remember the still water
with an ice shaped seahorse
laughing at the wild horses
of the bridges we built to cross
waiting for the pendulum
to recruit the impossible once more
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