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Feathered Faith
Nature be my religion; Prayer be my dominion. Words felt but unwritten; In fields of green and crimson. I am a dreamer and a drifter; A non–conformist, resister. The wind is my whisper; And the moonlight my sister. I wear flowers in my hair; Quote Shakespeare and Voltaire. Have no qualms to swear; Can make peace or warfare. I prefer the solitude; Depending on my mood. But if a smile be the prelude; Another may intrude. The songs I sing are old; The stories all foretold. In tradition I enfold; My blessings, manifold. Two worlds, present and past; Dwelling within the contrast. Enigma or social miscast; Artistry of life enthusiast. Born to late; To change the world's fate. Too early to liberate; Just in time to celebrate. As storm clouds appear; Between two world's frontier. I look to those I most revere; The prophet and the seer. As we enter the eye of the storm; The birds of prey become worn. But in the early hours of the morn; Sparrow's and crow's flight is born. Center in the midst; Find your balance to persist. Take a hand, release a fist; We're right on time to co–exist.
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