In Whispers (14/30)

The prompt for day fourteen over at NaPoWriMo was to attempt an eight-line poem called a san san. It repeats images and the rhyme pattern for it is a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d. I remixed this pattern and added another line #poeticlicense 


We live our lives on a wing and a prayer 

hoping to take flight before death comes
 
like a thief in the night; each second a blessing
 
caressing a wing and a prayer staving off despair.
 
Our hearts hoping to take flight, steel drums

beating away like a thief in the night; no more guessing

about how immortal our souls can truly be;

love, a thief in the night who enjoys undressing

our immortal souls which have finally been set free.



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