Beneath
a carrier, the winds of soul
no format ‘less
it fits
the telltales of the heart
night and day she plays the game
within her fixed pixel frame
of heaven, or a haven
while leaving wings to poet preachers
seagull flies away
restlessness, her sea dissolves
my black and white alike
© Ronald Bottelier
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