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Idle Places
1 min readMar 23, 2019
A poem about clarity.
Strange were the means
through which
Meaning
entered the world
A flash of
glowing feathers
On an evening
without the sky
Wondering if there is more to it
Than just a passing
Written by Michelle Lauren
Poet, digital artist, and editor of The Sonder Script. Looking for the ways words catch like silver in the rain. Writer for Lit Up, Start It Up & The Shortform.