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Do Not Tarry
She a girl of magic
She a girl of destructive skies
She a girl of hydrogen bombs

A girl of the winds
Dancing in tempests
Tiptoeing on currents
She a girl of love
But in the unusual way

She is transient
Like vapor
Or foggy mornings
Like hot breath on glass
Evaporating

She loves in journeying
And if you love her you go with her
Or you go without
Never staying

Bird-like
She is
All feathers
The ones you find in grassy fields
And all gone the next day

© SteelBlue