Wings Sing-Bt
secs, saint so still.
no restraint when
great wisdom - faint
from accent spills.
has my back - God
of love - soundtrack
keeps no record
of wrongs, slow to
anger. i’ll go
where stirs the heart’s
former brr, warms
the soul, prefers
the morning song -
its airborne wings
of the reborn.
12/8/2020
Bauk Than - Than Bauk
Sponsor: Charles Messina
secs - short for seconds
brr - cold
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