Parent Poem: SortaSixteen's Pink


Like fingertips

Cross my skin

Danceful fluttering

In the wind.

Mistral debonair

Streaking sky

Mottled wear

From on a high.

Gathered up

In dozing down

Vivid plume of

Cardinal gown.

Dashing, dusting

Fleecy comb

Doffing fringes

Pen to tome.

Gone to lark

Soar swift and swim

On nestled lofter

Along a limb.

The End

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