The Rogue Nun
Intellectual AWOL
Wings broken,
tired of fighting,
she chooses to hide in the open.
Lips move, hands type as
figurative feet
find purchase
dancing among scented paper flowers.
Written for: Monday Musings: May 5, 2014 - Word/Phrase Prompt
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