Pink Striped Raven

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Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Oh forest portal,
guide me through
from here to there,
bright lights shining,
sound and images
during dreams alike.
We descended here
as stars were awash
with pixie dust tails
and crimson sprinkles
of diamond dusted lips.
Riding upon the back
of a pink striped raven
rising into spring skies
whilst watching afar
from the crocus' eye.

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa.


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