Allah Storm Poems

BROKEN WINGS

I spread my wings
And feather
But I couldn't fly.

I open my ears
And heart
Yet I couldn't hear.

I open my mouth
And lips
But I couldn't talk.

I close my...

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The icon fly's high watches all 
in absolute absence disdain. 
In the shadow of the Acadian machinery
Man's industry belches black smoke.
into a polluted bruised sky.
Gears...

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Man will know plenty.
Some will see all...
But never understand any.

Few will touch the hand of the master.
See creations finest chapter...
Know nature as its a reality...

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Storm Front

My voice is quiet. 
I have little to say. 
I am listening instead…

I can hear birds. 
Not a couple, but many.
They are all around....

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The Storm of Ages

I was given a taste of something... sweet. 
Innocence reborn a new, 
I... am... born... again. 

While some celebrate, 
others cringe and...

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