Nephthya

Magic Wings

I would move only ever so slightly
I had no head
I was no flower
nor tree
United with others like me
we would dance slowly side by side

I would open myself to light
like a blossom
then close again
to the depths
Always in perfect symphony
our branches of color would reach out

Back then when I was living
in the deep
as part of Nephthya

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