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Wings To Perform
Left wing
The book cover symbolizes the dirt we've buried ourselves
Literary elixir's mortgaging the shelves
Words that can change the world lie dormant
When its author not in tune with performance
Dictate their emotions through graphic linguistics
A brains obtuse angles for the world to take witness
The same words enter the ear cavity
And develops a picture in your brain, wether it's love or tragedy
A pen is the conduit for which we write
The tongue is the conduit for poets to recite
Evolution progresses outside of the shell
And wings, for when we decide to prevail
Right wing
Revolution wordsmith is out on the limb
Intricate words are like wings that catch wind
Visionaries we become when enabled to fly
Avoiding raindrops soaring above grey skies
Over 2 millennium our beaks pecked gravel
Through flight, the mystery of our talons unraveled
The preyed upon now does the preying
Eclectic chirps materialize into mental portraying
We migrate for survival, from the warmth of the sun
Or remain penguin's, without wings to perform!
By, Scribe ML
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