Feathers in my short hair.
Giggling between champagne
and the next dance.
Sitting on the piano.
he is pulling on my stockings
but I just give him a clap
on his hand.
In the next moment
a guy pulls me from the piano,
in the middle of the dancefloor.
The music heats me up,
too many legs in the air.
He turns me around.
My feathers flying
like a real bird.
I am bird
in a golden time.
copyright by Magical whispers/I. Normann, 03/05/2020
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