She would practice <br />dipping her wings <br />into blue sea <br /> <br />The feather-tips <br />disturbed the cream <br />and the silence. <br /> <br />The loose formation <br />of her eyes <br />imitated the white-blue sky. <br /> <br />She pried her fingers open <br />and blotted out the light.<br /><br />Miss Fairytale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oceans-4/
