Feathered Angel

L.T. Garvin

In a pool of liquid gold

evening melts on the horizon

a feathered angel

swims into the fading light

amidst the soft rustle

of fall leaves

and the gentle flow

of melodic water

in beautiful torment

these waves of sound


the last golden days

now behind her

She cranes her head

Oh, Beautiful One

the notes of Moonlight Sonata

dissolve with her

and grace our senses

the essence and vibrance

of being

sung in one perfect

swan song

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