and your word
quivers
no truth
can hide in
your feathers
and you'll wait
'til the storm
has passed
to take a stand
but it won't fly
in this nest
anymore.
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a conglomeration of words collected by a nail biting scorpio.
a writer's importance
i don't know if i use commas correctly or words for that matter. but these ramblings come from a little book i made for my dad. still making.
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…And no more fly in this nest,
Of shadowed trees,
And twisted limbs,
Under light of moon’s pale crest,
Breathe peacefully and know,
That what’s above is seen below,
And understand no truth can hide,
From the reflective sun,
Let the storm pass by,
And go.
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