Gentle flow


Highs and lows..

Beauty.. Dawn.. Joy..

If feathers glow

While you blow

Might I not.. be out of

A natural high and low



Favor you even in no’s

May I fall…

I’ll await your lengths of snow


May I hurt others…

While they ask to prove..

With you…

I’ll always comeback

From dust.. and sorrow blue

Return to your slumber

No need for me to prove


Endless.. yet painless

Gusts of aching..

In featherless faking

Not only in dust raking

He will lift..

Only the mistaken

Read more in Vol. I (PS)


 

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