herald–
her damaged heart,
unfurled wings yet to fly,
lightning rampant upon a field,
verdant
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Poem 20160408
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floating and leaving no trace
Words and Feathers 
I love that word – verdant.
You can thank Jane for that word. But I love it. I think that’s what inspired the direction the poem took.
Brilliant, as usual. But then it was rather a gift for you avians 🙂
Thank you! I really enjoyed the challenge of this one.
You should write a whole flock of poems 🙂