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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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.