Wavesphere Poetry: Cloister of Sparrows

Spinning, circling, tangent
Siren's destiny wake
the feigning calls of reckoning
upon the savior's stake
Spiraling, touching, whispering
around the wings in light
the yearning knows no name
blatant and hearty
we search
nameless skies beyond

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Wavesphere out.