Why change when are
plumage is every color
of the spectrum
We are just thump pistons
feathered blinks slipping
as a whisper from
the lips of divinity
Only cause we dance
in the ether my friend
we breathe in the
synapse of infinitely finite
Some birds are meant
to fly higher in more
beautiful realms
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Author:
Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2017 12:11
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Good write, fly high.
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