Thursday, November 12, 2015

The 'OWLET'

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There's a star
that i wish to come by 
All my days 
it's waking me 
around, within me. 

I hone my gizzards
more flap, deeper flap
trying to feel every muscle
feeling the air in each stroke 
and push

Ahead, adventure is threatened though 
A scupper 
A swillage 
Baggy wrinkles 
The way to learn 
sometimes in a monsoon

But I'm chasing that dream
Remembering with bravery
that my wings
After all
will take me up so high
And take me to the sky.

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