the flap of wings
a feather falls
the scent of wind
a single call
hair obscures vision
a hand clears the sight
windy sun sets
a star brings the night
shivers along skin
match the rolling sea
hoofbeats on sand
set the spirit free
grief in the heart
the worst of winter frost
death in the last
the race of knowledge...lost
the flap of wings
a feather falls
the scent of wind
a single call
"The Last Centaur"
Denise Hutchins
February 7, 2004
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~[Sanji-obsessed Mika]~
"未来だけ信じてる誰かが嘲【わら】ってもかまわない" - BELIEVE by Folder 5
Art of a Written Nature